Swan Song

First you are hot,
Then you are cold;
And the best you have got
Is the fact you are old.
Labor and hoard,
Worry and wed,
And the biggest reward
Is to die in bed.
A long time to sweat,
A little while to shiver;
It's all you'll get —
Where's the nearest river?
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