When we were young
We played games of the future
The grand names we seek to find
It sound right ringing in our ears
Even in school we played again
Writing essays of what jobs we wanted
Even at that time in school we hardly knew
What life would be for many of us
Then school was over
Some gone to universities
Some gone to work
Some gone to the fast lanes
In years if ever we meet
We hardly recognize the faces
Some really disappeared
There are no traces of them
Some may have gone
Permanently working in the graveyard compound
With the passing of times they are forgotten
Just tombstones erected lie the passing of lives
So as the wise men say
Life to be enjoyed and learned credits
Do the good to save your soul
For the place you are going credits count a lot
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