How strange the wicket twists and turns
Bringing change and desperation
And life revolves upon the wheel
With harried, dark elation.
Yet we observe, who chance to study
The ingrained, bold reactions,
And costly steps both forth and back
Of each beleaguered factions.
The heart grows weary from the test
Today, tomorrow and on
Should we succeed, will we be blessed?
The story lends a tear, a tear
And still there is no rest.
Life be bold, life be told
We cannot always choose
Sometimes the choice is made for us
As we accept, we lose.
But, “close a door and open a window”
The sages always tell us
So take heart and be bold in faith,
No worry of the jealous.
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