They see me living with some care
inducing materialism with despair
Feeling so much late
from the pasts hate
But who doesn't make mistakes
But still who lives day by day
Bearing the new day as if its dry clay
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We all make mistakes, the answer is, how we live from day to day! We need to embrace each day as it comes, .Enjoyed.; D