Time and time again troubled winds will blow,
Like earth’s oceans, they ebb they flow,
The universe runs on such events,
The changes, the norms, and things nothing prevents,
Life is made up of such ups and downs,
The good the bad, seems life knows no bounds,
The good thing is that it will not stay the same,
Flow with the punches is the name of life’s game,
If manage this you can, with laughter and smiles,
Then life will be good for you, in its many miles,
With this said, I bid you farewell,
I hope life will be good to you, but of course time only will tell.
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