A Life Tray

A day is coming and passes away. Memories are adding in a Life tray. Few good or wrong and bad occasions, Cycling in a cycle but all in seasons. Fate is treating in a same defeating, Unfortunate person is always waiting. Working hard but admitting a mistake, Wasting his time and fishing on a Lake. One day will come I’ll be a fortunate, I will tease my mate to reach at late. Money will play a game to roll overcome, When she‘ll love me I‘ll open a bear drum. We’ll dance together to sing a song, A day‘ll come brighter after a dark long. Money has a life but life is nothing, Opportunity is risk, achieving something.