The Business of Life
Isn’t it weird
This business
Called life
It’s the seeds
Of the past
That have bloomed
You didn’t know
The way the trees
Would grow
Now with the rain and sun
The fall and cold
You have to nurture them
Pare them
At times
At times water
So that they grow and flourish
Its hard work
At the end of the day
But nothing came easy
In life
Especially the fruits of success
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