The ever real thing For everything
Is the time Not necessarily seasoned with thyme
This time could Be the good
Or the bad; That makes life bald
ECCLESIASTES 3 : 1 - 8, 12 - time for everything; kleezypen.com
A time to be born And a time reality be on,
A time to dot the i And a time to die
A time to plant And work like a standby plant,
And a time to harvest And have rest
A time to kill With the right key,
And a time to go further the hill Just to heal
A time to tear down Despite the dripping of tears down,
And a time to build up, Even when the odds be up
A time to weep Due to the whip
And a time to laugh When the ugly past blows off like chaff
A time to grieve The happiness bereaved
And the chance To showcase our dance
A time to gather and a time to scatter,
A time to accept Or reject the concept
A time for an ultimate search Which has an end of such,
A time to keep in your way And a time to throw away
A time to tear to the end And a time to mend,
A time to be quiet to the peak And a time to speak
A time to love Without hate to dissolve,
And time for war Which peace is meant for
The forged rolls on like the dice; The forged in the flames of the ice
Still reveals that urge That can't forever be dodged
Life's fantastic Even without a fanta stick;
Bringing together a cooker and cooler Doesn't add up to coca-kola
No matter what the change is, Life is about accepting changes;
Why complain of a cage, When you've got the stage
Be content With the content
Of the script inferred from the tract Move on, after the act.
Create space for this weighty matter; It's the conclusion of the whole matter;
Not about how well we can life in a can But being happy as long as we can
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