Everyone has entrance and exit,
The law of life so writ,
Men are so happy yet,
Exit seems not to bother but,
The period between the gates,
Do we really live to endear,
How do we make mates ?
With kith and kin,near and dear?
Obstacles do come to tumble,
Every stone but a stepping stone,
They can never make us humble,
When we make victory our own,
Just born flowers happy they are,
Their sad exit so near,not so far.
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