What one day brings, another takes away;
Nothing is constant in our earthly-life;
Just like how comes the night, follows the day;
Just like how comes some joy, follows too strife.
When failures come, success is always nigh;
Defeat is just a step for more success;
Cowards or brave must one day surely die;
Emotions vary from naught to excess.
A content man has peace of mind and heart;
He worries not of present, future, past;
He does whatever he can right from start;
The thought of Death can't make him look aghast.
To live the way God wants, is noblest act;
To die the way God wants is nobler fact.
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