𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼

Good things

                                   (^‿^✿)

In the tender grip of fleeting joy,
Lies the seed of future sorrow, coy.
For all things wane, both bright and dear,
Leaving behind a trace of silent fear.

No permanence in joy or pain,
In happiness or friendship's chain.
In love's embrace or family's bond,
Even the surest paths may abscond.

So when the shadows start to creep,
And doubts and fears begin to seep,
Recall the moments, pure and true,
And let them guide you, whatever you do.

For in the ebb and flow of life's design,
There lies a solace, ever so fine.
Embrace the journey, come what may,
In memories of joy, find strength to stay!

I.C