MY LIFE
Life,they say is a bed of roses,
But amongst the roses are thorns,
You have no more than two choices,
Pick one or both but not none.
My life, I built among roses,
My destiny, I built around thorns,
Having few options to choose from,
But taking chances and opportunities if they come.
The cards dealt to me by the Hands of fate,
If I had my way I will refuse but it seems too late.
Confused?! Oh! let me say I'm sorry,
To make you understand,I'll tell you my life's story.
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