Papers of Life: A Poem.
You are given a paper,
When you are honored,
You are proud for your lifetime.
You are given a paper,
When you are sick,
You suffer for your lifetime.
You are given a paper,
When you are sick,
You suffer for your lifetime.
You are given a paper,
When you are at funeral (in a coffin),
You complete your lifetime.
Heedless of the eight papers,
You are free for your lifetime.
Forget all the papers,
You are happy for lifetime.
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