Grey Life

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 There must be light;

There ought to be shade;

Amidst life’s every fight,

We’re hurt with life’s blade.

 

We fall into the ditch of despair;

Still, this life goes on and on;

Weal and woe is nothing rare;

There must be shower and the sun.

 

It’s too tough to become a stoic;

We oscillate like a pendulum;

A daredevil is not heroic;

A timid has to pay every sum.

 

There must be loss;

There ought to be gain;

Still, trust not in gloss;

Else, it might always rain.

 

Being made of flesh and blood,

We endeavour to defy destiny;

It can bring drought, can bring flood;

Fortune rules his tyranny.

 

We, sometimes, get too weary;

We, sometimes, give up hope;

Well, life must be dreary;

We must learn how to cope.

 

Who can foretell our future?

We need to become calm;

This society is a vulture;

This life feels too humdrum.

 

How to add some variety?

We need some spices, for sure;

There is sadness; there is gaiety;

We must restrain what does allure.

 

Life is neither white

Nor dark in hue, but grey;

We win, we lose every fight;

There’s nothing new to say.

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