Life , a bed of roses
or a ride on hard rocks.

I feel   atrongly lthat   nothing lies in your hands

A delight you thought that in course uf time
it may turn the tables and bids you farewell,
thus throwing all your sweetness to dust and din.

A  contended life, at any  point will not belie you.

Despair and Delight are like twu sides of a coin,
but when tossed them up ,
depending squarely on your fate
you get the result.

T reat it,  in different way.
Heads you win and if it is
tails you have another chance to win.

Make the bed of rocks turn  to that of roses
with all intelligence you have
thus springing out all  from inner soul.
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