You reap what you sow,
More than what you sow,
Later than what you sowed.
Whatever it is you'd done,
Even if it were known by no-one,
A time will come for what is due.
Loud cheers or adulation resounding
So lavished in days grown old.
Or, lost pride and comforts and shame.
All condemned, alone and cold.
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