Life is full of giving
with all its joys,
you are here their living
sentimental decoys.
Love is never easy
it goes and moves around,
sometimes little breezy
on windy corners found.
Life is a give and take
with its many ways,
build it up and make
something worth its days.
Try to find your own
what it makes and does,
when it's fully grown
you can take its loss.
Sometimes life's nothing
going just around,
or at times bluffing
what its days have found.
Then you must return
what it gives and take,
that you can learn
when time next steps make.
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