Sooner or later,a man
learns to smile in adversity,
That all me have burnt cakes
So no seriousness on other fellow's grouch
I mean if he is wise,
Knowing what to overlook,
Water would roll off his duck's back.
He learns Life is a comedy
To the light heart,
Yet a great tragedy
To the too-sensitive souls.
Sooner or later,a man,
As wise as a serpent
Understands the mysteries of life,
Discovers Life is a mixture of good and bad,
Give and take,live and die.
A man as harmless as a dove
Realizesthe beautiful art,
The art of getting along
With every Life pieces
Blown to his feet.
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