Life goes on with a daily dawn No time to make a single yawn Many decades have sadly gone Still, no leisure time is born Head despite pillows has thorn To be calm, my soul, I warn Due to losses, heart is torn For past debacles, fate, I scorn I hope during night and morn But, life is to fear a meek pawn Rarely, mind, peace does adorn As, my heart, it tries to **** Heart tirelessly tries to wisely horn.
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Sadly time gets wasted, Joy is yet to be tasted, Day and night soon go out of sight, A vacuum prevails and soul sorrowfully ails, I hope, God will help, By beating agonies to a pulp.