Thursday 30 January 2014

C'est la vie [3]

It matters not a little
To resent, fuss or fret;
Life is a fluke for its most,
Not a cut-and-dried fate.
When “luck”  turns its back,
When the going gets aghast,
If the present seems bleak,
Live the future, leave the past.

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