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A Shakespearean sonnet about turning 41 |
| I'm in better shape than ever in life. My teeth are healthy, and my weight is down. But when I think of my mistakes and strife, My jocular smile turns into a frown. I can't believe I never died, or lived. Quality of life is better than God's. I gave it all. What more was there to give? The message was simple: Spare not the rod. Started a business, and in game design. And another one in Eco AI. This tax planning is kicking my behind. Ideas of success flash in my eye.. Anybody else would have given up. I need enough water to fill this cup. |