Guess What
I made them and they made me
Understanding this riddle will set you free
It’s the minute that determines the mighty
And difficult for those that are flighty
They are yours to own if you will
But even if you don’t they’ll own you still
You can even try to give them away
But they come back home at end of day
Good ones will help you go far in life
Bad ones will bring heartache and strife
And they belong to both rich and poor
When you think you’re done there’s more
Until you finally lay down in the dust
These will be a daily must
And what you do with those you are given
Will determine the life that you’ll be liv’n
So take some time to figure this out
Don’t blame and cry and fuss and pout
Without them you will make many messes
OK enough of that, any guesses
- Author: MDStone ( Offline)
- Published: December 13th, 2021 14:42
- Category: Unclassified
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