Life Is a Treasure
Life has many phases:
It is an infant helpless in the arm of its protector;
It is a child with no clear vision;
It is an adolescent trying to make choices;
It is an adult with 'clear vision',
It is an aged with reminiscences,nostalgia and ???
Life is a merry go round:
Today it's sweet,tomorrow it's bitter;
Today so full of choices,
Tomorrow so full of helplessness;
Today it's kind,tomorrow it's harsh.
Life itself is not constant;
The only constant being it has to change.
What is left to you-is it helplessness in your arms,
Or full of so many choices?
Whatever it is,
LIFE IS A TREASURE.
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