Many people could tell you of their good and bad years
And of their days of laughter and their days of tears
In life there is many an up and a down
For most of the people who live in your town
The Seasons pass quickly beyond our lives prime
And eventually we all become victims of time
We are born as mortals ands mortals must die
The same for the celebrity as for you and i
So many poor people in the World of today
Who only know of life in the toughest way
In refugee camps millions of refugees
Even poverty does come at varying degrees
The drought ravaged regions and war zones they have fled
For them no four course dinners or comfortable bed
With little hope of happiness of them ahead
Not surprising many of them feel they would be better off dead
Of life many people have stories to tell
Of their days of laughter and their days of hell
And eventually time does take care of us all
Like the golden grain of Autumn to life's reaper we do fall.
Friday, September 15, 2017
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