Life will not ease, it will forever tease. It will get tougher, before giving break. Even during break, while slicing the birthday cake, on comes the quake.
The minute we relax, in comes the collector of tax. Even on vacation, fools roam the nation. Every road we ride, keep a focus on stride.
From baby to adult, circumstances control result. All we can do is pray, work to collect our pay. Do the best we can, make a good plan.
Love the "to the point" succinctness and sharp wit of this! Every line deserves a pause for thought - so the mental stop at the end of each one is goood. Life in a nutshell, I'd say! To be lived placid as the dove yet as sharp as the eagle... TY Kate xx
GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL IS NOW AVAILABLE. A PORTION OF ALL SALES WILL GO TO HOSPICE TO THUS ENABLE THEM TO HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SOON TO PASS TO THE OTHER SIDE. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
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Yup taxes and death.....
Safi
Sighhhhh!!
Love Tinka
good poem!