Last night, I came to know
From my father's age-old experience
That every human life is like a glass:
Full of uncountable scratches at close sight,
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Never to weep, nor to be full of subdued sobs, But always to perform all our duties, To persevere and not to yield to hurdles; To glow with the brilliance of glass. Wonderful poem. th ank you dear poet. tony
Thank you so much. Stay blessed.