Life... by Mrs Reynolds- far from fixed
Life is a gift
That contains future present past
Into our dreams we slowly drift
Until we are woken up at last
Dreams, we wish that would be true
As life may not be as we expect
We want good things to ensue
But our minds are full of regret
Time indeed does fly
And we soon become all grown
And sometimes we may cry
As we face this world alone
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