Thursday, September 10, 2015

Everyday, sir!

I sat down sad and dejected,
at the tragic fact that the sun goes down every day.
Why?
But the poor, old man on the bicycle,
stopped, smiled and said,

"Don't be so sad, sir,
It rises every day,

EVERYDAY... "

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