How Hoping Has Hang Happiness High
For the usual life to digress-
From the norm to the average.
Standard has to meet it's distress,
Not considering any group or age.
Wonder is unusual to think of,
Living is nothing compulsive,
And the virus palliative isn't thereof
To some, personal risk becomes aggressive.
Children won't drive safe love,
Adult may set the distance right,
Monitoring won't let fun cum dove,
Everyone is just of beaming fright.
Yet God is wonderful to all,
Despite the stop put to work,
Financial status is still in its fall,
Many manage months of smirk.
Just as it is then and now,
People acknowledge all as berk,
Those who survived wonder how,
Truly it isn't all by ones hard work.
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