There's this thing
Called life.
It acts as a balance
On which are good
And bad happenings.
Ones life can be
Like sweet whipped cream
Pampered, easy,
But boring.
Ones life can be
Like rough sandpaper
Too bumpy on one side
But smooth on the other.
Our father above
Chooses the weapon
That is, the balance
Called life.
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