"Persistence... one shrapnel of it..."
Many years have passed since 'Teen',
many troubles I have seen,
my eyes grow weak, my muscles sore,
yet, I'm as 'stupid' as before:
I still believe Life needs a 'sense',
that friendship counts when things get tense,
that money is just means, not end,
that for a reason we were sent...!
This belief I'll strive to serve
until Death do numb my nerve;
for 'success' without a 'heart'
would equal artwork - without 'art'...