At The End Of The Day “your Life” – Don’t Think Much, Just Move On

Hey dear, How much you are GOOD at this
World, people will think it off in their own VIEW,
Have an IDENTITY of yourself always,
At The End of the Day “YOUR LIFE” – Don’t Think Much, Just Move On!!

If they know your VALUE, they will just think
You might be in a BAD mood,
When you put ANGER on them,
When you SHOUT on them,
When you SCOLD them,
At The End of the Day “YOUR LIFE” – Don’t Think Much, Just Move On!!

When you help, they will always expect to be in FAVOR of them,
When you care about yourself, they will call you as ADAMANT,
They won’t care, what you did, how much you SACRIFICE for them,
Just they are means themselves- SELF-LOVING,
At The End of the Day “YOUR LIFE” – Don’t Think Much, Just Move On!!

You have to ANALYSE yourself, what you are,
Where you are, what your AIM is of this valuable life,
If you wish to take SUGGESTION, you can but that shouldn’t be final,
Finally, it’s your wish, your life you have to lead your own way,
At The End of the Day “YOUR LIFE” – Don’t Think Much, Just Move On!!

At The End of the Day, you have to THINK,
You are living for yourself, what way is GOOD for you,
Which PATH will give you to peaceful MIND,
Just be CAREFUL always, that is how you can Move On,
At The End of the Day “YOUR LIFE” – Don’t Think Much, Just Move On!!

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