Mishaps can result in delitescent miracles... :)
as butterflies can breathe via hidden spiracles
Hurry not, tarry not, worry not
For life yours to live, yours to squander
If you slot the wrong plot
Swimming with a groggy gander
To plunder the best resources life offers
In the best years you enjoy
Banking and investing in companionship coffers
Bereft of joy
Too little to warrant any recognition
In social circles, spiritual spiracles
That set in motion the ignition
That with mischief dismiss pinnacles
You previously reached in style
Without nurturing a grudge
Against the guile
Galumphing in a sentiment sludge
Ranged against your move to offer an olive branch
To opponents who feel
Your attitude to consume brunch
When you muster more care than steel
To awaken feelings and ceilings
In a swathe of hope
Meant to caress and bless dealings
Summersaulting and halting the sentiment slope
From rising too steep
Erasing opportunities to hold hands
As you keep your promise to peep
Into blessing bands, lands and stands
That suggest you reconcile
With opponents who argue your kindness
Can’t file fickle feelings and domicile
Moves towards sharing and spreading for all concerned doses of deserved happiness.
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