Frames of life just rolled along,
Filled with joy and sadness,
Twined in hatred and love,
Fondled in affection and care,
Wiped away in tears in pain,
Lamented in distress and dejection,
The reel is still running along.
Directing and being directed,
Wish some parts was edited,
While some was extended,
With shades of light and darkness,
Frames are being exposed.
Sometimes stagnated,
At times changing,
The pace is being set all along.
Every scene and scenario vivid,
Recorded and erased in the grey,
Winding and rewinding the moments,
The present becomes past with every strike,
But it’s still reeling on, it’s still rolling on,
Projecting the grandeur called life.
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