When he was young
Many things mattered:
Success
Glory
Religion
Sex
Forgiveness
Life
Happiness
Then one morning
His head throbbed
He looked in the mirror
There was nothing there
Yes,
You have to push the rock
But it does not fall all the way down
You stumble
You recover
Things do not matter
But he would never be young again
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