Days are remembered
And even altered
At our desire
With no one’s satire
One thing must be borne
Life shall always leave you torn
Away from real world
And almost pushed from fold
Its nature’s cycle
For all people
To see it from different perspective and angle
And plan how to counter and struggle
It may be so
That you no smooth go
The path is always blocked
The future is in smoke
But makes it beautiful?
Positive approach and zeal to be successful
It makes hay day
Where nobody can try and take away anything
Take away anything Days are remembered And even altered
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