A Knot of Shoe Lace

Happiness and gloom, interlinked. When a smile decorates a face, Other remains sad possessed. I hate to say, it's like a knot of shoe lace. At the moment of grateful joy for one, May be for the other the poorest mode on Feelings jovial shall be in the room of heart. And other's will harsh emotional struggle. You never know what comes next. Are you fornuate?- stop the torture to self. For none is destined to be a legend. Though effortless minds won't get, What might dynamic barbarians with raids set. Truly said, Labour never goes in vain. For patience may be the way, Every stoppage is either sorrow or gay. But you move on for destination's sake. In this life cycle, be you the rider. And will come an end to this someday. Until then, live worry less and unafraid.