A Time to reflect,
On things we neglect,
Those things nicknamed tissues
Like a Caterpillar, mature to issues,
As mild as the wind
Their exit become hurricane
Our errors we cannot rescind,
As we realise that life is not a game
From the first day to the last
We start with prayers and we fast
But this question, I must ask
If Xmas was a test, would you pass?
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