Life is
An endless road
a long winding bumpy board
where some nice scenes come into view
and the rest is colored with painful hue
when you reach a point
Where comes the sign
Which says enter in this cruel city
you’ll know from there life's journey will start
you’re life will be divided into different parts
For it is
Hard to live in this tricky place
where less chances come that there will be pace
of joy and love, care and smile
to let you live fairly for a while
because
Nice things also come into view
for life is filled with painful hues
and this is what life is all about
most scenes that come are of mistrust and doubt.
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