Life is a queer little thing;
Comes around everyday
Dressed in a new garb
Shocking sometimes,
Sometimes surprising.
People come and people go.
Some usher joy,
Some bring sorrow;
Some tread paths like shadows.
Love and hatred move
In an endless coil;
These sudden twists and turns
Are what makes it life
And living it better than death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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