Longevity through labor, to us all it stands,

A reminder of the joys of life, no matter how grand.

The life we live, it's so short, we all want peace and joy,
Living our lives with care, we must never be coy.

Life isn't perfect, but still, it is our own,

Even when challenges come, we've but to be shown.

Living with purpose, that's the way,

Our future, our promise, nothing must delay.

Dedicating ourselves to living our life with great care,

Not rushing anything, but living life with flair.

Finding solace in the little things of life,

Remembering to savour them, not being in strife.

Our labour of love in the end will give us so much joy,

Enjoying the fruits of our labour, no need to destroy.

No more racing against time, no more chasing the dream,

We will find pleasure in our labour, time spent as a team.

Living is not about ambition and wealth,

Living is an art, and only we create our own health.

Let us live in the present, no need for nostalgia,

Let us be enjoy the fruits of our labour, embracing its longevity.