THE SINKING CLOCK

So it's true, that between 17 and 27 years is our prime period.

Meaning, all the mistakes or the good choices we make in life are in this non volatile steroid.

Your career paths, and everything else in your future depends on this short era.

The beautiful ladies and the young men chase each other.

Here, the meek will find their way and the restless tend to find theirs anyway.

Your good choice will reward you forever and a wrong tick won't stop hunting.

Ancestors tried it and can confirm without doubting.

That although change is possible, Avoiding a mistake is plausible.

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LIFE’S Package

Today you call me peaceful… With me you feel so cheerful…. But this hair you see today… Could lose color sometimes. This dimple will shrink one day, As nimble as it may. So shall this smile, Not last for a long while. This beautiful face that stole your heart, This calmness in our daily chat. When life decides to take all away, Will you boldly dare to still stay? This kind man you so revere, Whose gifts keep you near. One day life can steal his car, Leaving him with just an attire. When the kindness has finished, And the night drives diminish. When life takes away my packaging, Say you will still be with me. When anger comes from the unknown, As age is dipping my curvy hipbone, When my height bends my back, And without support, I am stack. Will you be there? Will you still be here? Will you stay with me? <amp-auto-ads type="adsense" data-ad-client="ca-pub-2214510780832889"> </amp-auto-ads>

The GENESIS

The antithesis of saying goodbye Is the Genesis of embracing goodness. The latter is welcomed in finesse, But the former is hard to witness. A mother’s heartbeat of oxymoron, Contrasting her grandchild’s nephron. All aimed for the same good result. Such is life; like sugar and salt. A wife’s long awaited embrace, A husband’s lonely footsteps on foreign terrace. When the saying “I miss you” Now sounds fainter than hue. A gap is about to be bridged, Yet other bonds are rigged. A time to miss an uncle, Like a pain in one’s ankle. Grandma had urge to cry, But tears so short and dry. Kids yearn for time to run fast, Adults share memories for the last. Just like a dream but we saw it all, Entering terminals big and small. As if just going for a stroll, Until the pilot took control. Yes, God took the wheel, And now the dream is real. A family reunited together, By faith and none other.

THOMas JEFFERson

Many are the words of a man But only one actually matters most Many are the ways of happiness Yet no one actually gets them all Pursue happiness and you can't get it at all There is a newfoundland But the ruler was tied by hand This Kingdom made of fools Who call themselves workers Used by machines as tools Called by the name brokers A journey of thousand miles Must not start with a hop Joy not backed by smiles Is like climbing stairs from the top Pursuit of happiness is waste So long as you change your taste Go ask Mr Jefferson Why he chose to teach that lesson Had he not in America everything? Why does he encourage nothing? Everyone around seems searching And no one is actually finding Pursue happiness and never feel satisfied Like busy bees, they move about in traffic While I stand alone so terrific Although almost all happy It seems they still need money Search for love and what you get isn't true Just be sure that life doesn't misconstrue Good messages are hard to com...

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