I Found That
The past retires with the moon
The future rises with the sun
The beauties of yesterday
Are but relics today
Guile hides behind smiles
And hugs are used to transfer bugs
Yet the mouth that kisses a friend
Oft times introduces him to his fiends
A woman's warmth grooms a child
Her wrath dooms a man
She overwhelms both like heavy rain
Only that one comes with tornadoes
Men are leopards
Their schemes may change often
But their spots remain and they'd
Climb any thing with trunk and branches
Love is a potion
Much becomes poison
Yet a little more is the cure
But death defies cure.
Life is a circus:
Fate is the juggler
Friendship is the clown
And the passing days enjoy the spectacle.
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