The preacher says that life is brief.
The suicide thinks it is grief.
The merchant wants a life of cash.
The homeless settle for some hash.
The soldier wants a life of duty.
The poet tries to find life's beauty.
The child thinks life is but a gift.
The old know where it soon will drift.
The meaning of my life is clear:
I'm just a modest souvenir.
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