Unfolding each day is a new mystery,
but only some tales make it in history.
Some succumb to surrender,
some achieve victory.
Some stare in the dark abyss,
some curl up in frizz.
Some come up and express,
some sulk in distress.
Some agile,
some far from even a smile.
Some seek refuge in humour,
some look away and frown.
Some rise up,
some break down.
Some cry tears,
some laugh and cheer, even when in fear.
However we live it, we live through it-
this is life, oh dear!



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