Is it that we die our death while still alive?

When we bicker and fight day and night

We rob ourselves the life of the free,

 We rob ourselves the life we want to see.

The fruits we sow, those are what we reap

No one can help us with 

Happiness nor misery.

Robbed again, while we worry

Be it of quantity or quality

If only we can embrace the little things 

The beauty of us all would live while living.




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