Life is a gift that ought to be treasured,
A gift, whose value just cannot be measured.
Life is a sea of various emotions,
Happiness, laughter, danger and caution.
Life is a fragrant blooming flower,
Whose impression even after withering lasts forever.
Life is like a big black hole,
Where destiny and faith together form our goals.
Life is like a year with a number of seasons,
Where we meet and depart from friends without rhyme or reason.
Life is like an unfinished painting or book,
In which we paint pictures for others to look.
Let’s then not waste our lives worrying about criticism,
And do some good before the lamp of life grows dim,
So let peace be our life’s mission,
In this world of corruption and destruction.
Let us today join our common bonds of hurt and pain,
And prove to the world that our lives aren’t in vain.
And if we succeed with courage and strife,
We can be proud that we have lived A Worthy Life.
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