The race of the world to the best is always near,
The
field of rest is always clear,
The
sun so far is always a peer,
But
we don’t have the time for dears.
We
often learn to think,
But
books are better, is what they say,
We
rather read nothing,
And
earn higher.
If
the game of life, that we always have a tear,
The
song of your is newer heard by some,
It’s
you alone who newer have the same is what you believe than its wrong dear.
Prayers
are needs, trust is yours,
Got
is a belief, you need success,
Life is small, but the only one,
You
never know when you get the hit,
But
it’s sure, that you ever have to die.
Luck
is a factor, but not always it does,
Think
about it, the game is tough,
But
you give the change and world changes along with you...
nice poem...:)
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