Let me tell you,about a thing,
Something fit,for a fool or a king,
Some may be rich,or some may be poor,
But anyhow,we must endure,
Some may lead with success,
But some,may lead with something less,
In whatever way you are enduring it,
Lets not complain even one bit,
Because one day it will end,
With a sorrow no one can mend,
A word of four,not five,
And that my friends,is life.
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