Men are lighter than feather
Men are lighter than feather,
Favour shifts swifter than sand,
Alas their unpredictability,
Is faster than the clock and its hands.
Today they are just praises,
Tomorrow they'll hit thee hard,
Today you consider them well wishers,
Tomorrow shall clear that dark.
Today they are just roses,
Tomorrow will turn out to be thorns,
Today you are proud of them,
Tomorrow you'll regret and mourn.
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