What is life, this question I ponder,
If understood, it's profound, if not, it's hollow thunder.
We wander, lost, yet seeking someone's hand,
Life moves on, as long as we hold on to hope's stand.
Much has gone wrong, yet much has gone right,
No complaints, for life's journey is our plight.
We rejoice in small delights, and sorrow in minor pain,
Life's precious moments, we cherish, again and again.
Whether life is short or long, sweet or bitter too,
Savor each moment, with loved ones, that's what we do.
What difference does it make, whether we succeed or fail,
Success or failure, life's essence remains, without a single frail.
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