THE WAY IT IS WHEN THE ROAD TURNS And the sun moves away, Darkness falls Destroying a wonderful day. I make a pitch for joy to persist, Like a dice thrower Hoping seven will be it. * There is seldom a way, To figure ones fate. When the clues come, Its usually to late. But why worry, what tomorrow brings? The knowledge probably wont make a change. * The outcome is hardly clear. Life is thus. We manage until we fall. Finally, we travel to that place Thats waiting for all. * Oh! God above! When the end comes, Take me with my Love. * c Copyright 2012 Zishan Evans
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 15:45:04 +0000
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