The day I came to this town,
Grass was green and breeze blowing warm
I had health but not wealth.
The sun is setting and it’s time to go,
The grass turned brown and the wind got cold.
I have wealth now but not health.
Let the slate be wiped clean, no hurt and malice.
Let my bowl overflow spewing love and grace.
Let that be my swan song
Rest, turn to dust and blow away.
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