I've been loved and I've been forgotten
All in a single year at life's own stake
Memories of roads not often in life trodden
All in its future's own pleasurable awake
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Life's not for sure for everything's for its try As being is neither wrong nor is it right Like a newborn thing that is starting to fly Onto the morning before it goes to night ..... Really life is not sure for everything. Very nicely envisioned. A meaningful poem I like most. Thanks for sharing.
Nothing is for sure in its own time and play enjoyed the word play.Thanks