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It’s unpredictable

I see him daily near a mall,
Under a tree selling fruits,
As the hot sun scorches dry,
Hiding under an umbrella.

It’s no wonder that struggle,
Is the same for everyone,
It’s the choice that decides,
How you lead your life!

Life is not a bed of roses,
Some work hard to earn,
Some have money to spend,
Either ways it’s unpredictable!

Kavitha Patchamalai

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I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST