Why is it so?
That things must change,
That nothing stays the same?
Why is it so?
That love can fade,
And hearts can break in pain?
Why is it so?
That good things end,
And bad things begin?
Why is it so?
That we must die,
And leave this world behind?
I don’t know why,
But I know this much:
Life is precious,
And it’s meant to be lived.
So make the most of it,
And don’t waste a moment,
For you never know,
When it might be your last.
© VishalDutia
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