life

oh my child life could not be so perfect, perfect is a figure of our imagination, oh my child life is not perfect it's  a windy road  oh my child you must stay on the path not to astray from it oh my child you will loose your way in life many times but there, always a way back to the path of life oh my child live your life as best as you can.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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