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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