Life is not a bed of roses
Neither is it a crown of thorns
It gives all things with different measure
Packs of good boxes of evil
Wraps of love baskets of hate
Pots of hope rockets of doom
Yours it is to filter it
Take the good and leave the worse.
Life is not a bed of roses
Neither is it a pile of shit
It gives its gifts in many phases
To whom much is given much is expected
To whom less is given even much more is expected
It doesn’t know fair cause it is not fair
The weak just have to devour the strong
Life doesn’t want to hear your excuses.
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Life is not a bed of roses
Neither is it a swam of fleas
It cares not who is worthy
It throws it’s card at all notwithstanding
Weather you can bear the cross or not
Life most times doesn’t give a shit
It beats with canes of raffia
Strip you naked of all your laughter.
Life is not a bed of roses
Neither is it a bucket of pain
Sometimes good some times terrible
You will know drought
You will know abundance
Moments of peace and decades of war
Many births and plenty deaths
Bliss of love and broken hearts.
Life is not a bed of roses
Niether is it a scary movie
Savour each moment as it comes
For as the clock ticks on life happens
For if you don’t you end up not living
And then at deaths corridor
You enter with teeth gnashing
Wishing you had done more than merely surviving.
#AmAnIncurableOptimist
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Life is not a bed of roses
Neither is it a bucket of pain
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Life is a combination of them all.
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