Soon you will be off an infant cloth
And may encounter storms, dust and rust
Some achievements may seem a mirage
Unachievable until success emerge
Some days stale may be crystal clear
And the heart would harbor a million fear
Dear, just like the cows are sometimes farrow
Tomorrow comes with its own sorrows
And joy, though showing forth its negative signs
Cry whenever the sun refuse to shine
But never you loss hope in things you do
The adage, “Light at the end of the tunnel” is true
Darkest hour is always before the dawn
It springs eternal and hits a home run
The suspense it showers deep into life
Doesn’t mean you should forever shut those eyes.
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