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Philosophical Flow

The moon waxes and wanes.
The tides ebb and flow.
Flowers bloom and die.
That's the way life goes.

Days are long but short.
Years are that way too.
Friends come and go.
Which one's are always true?

Night comes and goes.
Love is found and lost.
Happiness is like the wind.
Rustling and often tossed.

Family is close but fights.
Sleep is here and there.
Death comes to us all.
Often with despair.

Desha Gregory