I walked upon a path one day,
Its name was life, I chose to stay.
I knew not where I stood at all
But there I was, so proud and tall.
The world was mine, I ruled it well
Until one day a cursed spell
It fell upon me, as woman old
And said to me quite weak yet bold
“Perhaps, young man, a break must be.
Stop now fellow, smell roses, see!”
And for my ignorant mind I wept,
For quickly I knew my eyes had slept
And the nose of my face had turned away
From what I walked on every day.
Roses in abundance lay
On the ground they rot away.
And thus the path became a cell
To my eternal world wide Hell.
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