So life is like a pendulum,
Or at least it’s engagements are.
How many oscillations till….
One tires from swinging,
Or collides while dealing.
Okay, life is like a flower,
Blooming it’s elegance or
Fuming it’s fallacies.
How many moments…
From grace of the great,
To grass from your last dance.
But LIFE is a given power.
The unction to possess,
The function to process,
The junction to prowess;
The production of success.
Leave the mes(s) for eating.
Take a recess from the folly.
Choose the “bless” for a living
@Daabris.
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