There are good things, and better and worse,
Moments colored and vivid, with others drab,
It's so weird to be happy always, or sad,
Tears streaming down the cheeks, in laughter or in
pain,
Even a coin has two sides, but it's one which makes
the difference,
It’s always about the first- friend, smile,
appearance,
Hanging around for a while, till they fade away,
Mutilated by the next, and the next, for better or
for worse,
The shadows build around, till a light blows them
all away,
Not just a person, nor a feeling, a moment it can
be,
To laugh, to cry, to break; may be one, may be many,
The series goes on till it all comes crashing down,
Relief it may be, a bud blooming in the cold grey
snow,
A new life, a new beginning, back to the top of the
list,
It all starts again with the first; it can only get
better, or worse.
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