When the tide speaks low
ocean do not grumble or bow;
when the waves strike high
ocean do faint or die;
when man rises in life
his ego balloons thrice;
when man price his scroll
his life become a posh stroll;
when I wonder why
Oh man....the Lord only sighs! ! .
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