Life is a trite thing
You let yourself go through the ups and downs
The same twists and turns
Patterns follow after every other pattern
And the cycle is endless with almost every day
Happiness and grief intertwine every second
Not a moment of relief from the incessant living
Dreams crushed dreams lived hearts broken
Life is a trite thing
You have the morning rays light up your face
Wake up you must
To a zillion things
Birds make their sweet call
As you busy with the day
A gentle breeze holds a lilting song within
You must step out for errands to run
A glimpse of the sea let’s you glide a little
Like the soaring egret
And the white foam of the waves
Rush inside you
Making your heart glad
The street up ahead is busy with people
Your heart is friendlier and a little lighter
There’s errands to run
Blue skies up ahead
Oh! What did I say?
Yes life is a trite thing!
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