they wanted to live but went their way.
Some blooming green leaves fall young -
mingling with earth from whence it sprung.
Some buds wither before it can bloom -
meeting it's maker in a hasty doom.
From childhood to those future adult years -
smiles, giggles, laughter and silent tears.
A flame illumines the fragile earthen lamp;
in its end, it blackens like a valiant champ.
Never to oneself ask, 'What have I got?' -
but give and spare for the unluckier lot.
Aim to shine, so let yourself burn like hell -
critics envy your rise who wanted you to fail.
Like molten gold, always keep up your shine -
experience always tastes like an aged wine.
Prasenjit©2024
Beautiful
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