Life
Money comes and quickly goes,
Morning comes and night slips away,
A child is born and grows in a blink of an eye,
Battles creates chaos,
Present becomes the past...
Why wait or hurry by when a new day arises,
Make each day last,
Worry of nothing but love like its the end.
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