What do you do when love is not present,
When the sun doesn't rise or flowers bloom?
What do you do when your want just doesn't
Or when time will meet an eternal doom?
Without meaning means the end for us friend,
And ceases our timeless search for the truth.
Life so fragile for some, hearts need to mend
What only time can take and show them proof
Most don't understand life's trecherous path
For it swooshe's and swails like mighty winds.
Most underestimate life's ruthless rath,
Her emotions come in different kinds.
Life is what you make it, so make the most
To life and success let us make a toast.
Maurice H. Sonnetor
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