Just a rhyme.

Ever wondered why the toddler plays better with the aged;

Why the teen and the middle-aged, roll till the night’s faded?

But life seems to be time-bound and fits the situation.

It’s not the era, it’s just a limitation;

And in it lies a whole transition, though we each have our mission.

Now we realise there’s no time for things to reach completion;

And with the changes, there’s no better virtue than patience.

So we ask for grace to receive it, to face the situation;

Because these are hidden mysteries – the mysteries of the ages…

S*M

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