In good days and bad days!
While resting in the prison of life
You strum your sensitive heart strings
That play the tune of innocence!
And you light a half burnt candle
on the altar, place a tiny fragrant flower
Kneel and pray, request benefits
A solace for the wound
That never heals?
In good times and bad times
You sing that short song
For a long life?
[Choose a job you love, and you'll never have to work a day in your life.]
-Confucius
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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