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Wisely dismayed…

One call changed it all,

sensing a sense of another fall.

One stupid act of irresponsibility,

affecting every one’s mental stability.


There’s nothing you can take it for granted,

no feeling that can leave any one contended.

Sense of joy is always temporary,

something unfolds and changes the story.


Times can be hard and trying,

can affect so bad that you feel like crying.

But perhaps that’s the way this universe conspires,

situations comes in different shades and attires.


Over the years I’ve learned to be patient,

mellowed and taught my self to be lenient.

For disappointment is just a process,

for time to happiness bring and access.


Nothing affects is wrong to say,

rarely hits me be it night or day.

Over the years I’ve gone a bit numb,

to dismay I’ve stopped to succumb.


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