It’s strange
how things change
how a good moment dies
right before your very eyes
how things go wrong
your dreams get blown
by winds of change on this desert
called life, whence we depart
a weary traveler
broken down but wiser
how very often we are driven
on paths untrodden
how we stumble
and fall, and fumble
in the dark
for a spark
of hope and happiness
interspersed by sadness
how we hardly realize in giving
lies the essence of living
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