In this world, naught comes for free,
Not even the air we breathe.
From the day of our birth,
Our value's assessed, our worth.
Our parents' expense we incur,
And as we grow, we need more.
Time flies by, we age and tire,
Our value trapped within desire.
We live, we learn, we love, we ache,
Our hearts break, yet none can take
The pain that we keep deep inside,
Our minds endure, our spirits hide.
But we must not wait and dwell,
On destiny and how it'll propel.
We must learn to value time,
Precious moments, and make them prime.
Suffering we may face and bear,
Yet it can fuel our future's flare.
For though the heart is small in size,
It holds a million pains in disguise.
Electrons, protons, neutrons break,
But the heart's pain no sound can make.
The mind endures, silently,
Till our tears flow and set us free.
So cherish every moment lived,
Give your all, and give to give.
For in the end, our worth is defined,
By the value we bring humankind.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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That last verse is so very true Mottakeenur.
Andy
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I'm with the fella with the crimson hood and the big pointy nose 😎
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