• Fifty miles doth lay the course,
    and Fifty miles may never be traversed.
    Forty long years of troubling ache,
    bring Forty thousand tears to their wake.
    Thirty souls here lay at peace,
    though Thirty more long for their breathing to cease.
    Twenty pieces are lost from the never ending jigsaw,
    as Twenty old men cheer all in all.
    Ten minutes hold onto you,
    with Ten choices of what to do.
    One reason to keep on living.
    for there's only One life of love worth giving.