Life, is not a bed of roses, but
how can you, expect it, to be?
We have so much, to deal with,
it comes along subsequently!
There's the ups and there's the
downs, that we tackle everyday.
You never know, what's going
to happen, but we cope with it,
anyway! If it happened, to come
easy, we'd certainly, have a
question, in our mind. Most things,
we have to work very hard for, as
it becomes, a daily grind! However
it goes, it's good to be on your toes
and come out, ahead of the game!
You can look back, but nothing is
ever, going to be, the same!
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