A microcosm of the world

No more, is each one of us,

Boarding at different times and places

The same old Life’s bus.

A little paint, a stroke of the brush

Life’s canvas says it all,

Colours and hues are all there

The mountain top, the precipitous fall.

The moments of joy, unsullied

The grim face of misery and blues,

Black, white and colour everywhere

Choppy, the seas of life’s cruise.

A merry-go-round of sorts

A roller coaster ride,

Life knows where to find you

From it, you cannot hide.

Face it then , O fellow folks

There is no other way

Smile, as only you can

Come whatever may!

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