Paradox of Life
Life, the mysterious impressive puzzle
A sequence of contradictions plentiful
With no means to understand the riddle
Humans have no choice but to struggle.
It is strange to know that what we hoard
We are fated to miss them despite hold
That only by giving away what we have
Do we on the other hand help ourselves.
Hence never hoard love and happiness
The more we hoard, the more we lose
The more we share, the more we own
And that confers joy, earlier unknown.
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