The tough time shall pass
One who has set will eventually sail
The water is shallow with dense grass
Just lay back & let the winds hail
The winds blew, the time passed
One who couldn't plough the fertile field once
Made gold from the brass
But... the clock is ticking
This too shall pass
The wind will change directions
And so, be ready to be
The one who decides
Which direction wind falls
In it....You fall or fly
As chance to learn is only for once
And rest other times
Are to improvise
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