Chains Of Success

Chains Of Success short poem

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You can not control your life,
there’s no remote to it to rewind,
if you lose hope and start crying,
you will definitely miss your precious time;
Grieving over the lost chances,
won’t make your tomorrow perfect,
the tantrums that life creates,
is just to know your strength,
and how great is,
your ability to cope with difficulties;
Life will throw many challenges,
and it will ask only for it’s acceptance,
defeat or victory is in the god’s hand,
so don’t worry man!
All you need to do is,
to be focused and determined,
Don’t let chances fall out from your pocket,
otherwise you will lose a locket,
that had the chains of success.

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