Master Life
Life has its bumps and jerks,
Its not anyone's bed of roses
But a thing to be wisely approached;
Its alleys and highways and clandestine courses
Have to be carefully walked.
Those that trod its paths with haste
Have all laid themselves in waste,
For it's the sole master of all
And none can muster over it any control!
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