END IS A PART OF OUR JOURNEY As time goes by we age-old and rise.We lose are hold and go for gold nearly all the time.Time isn't a thing favoring us to unroll.Loss isn't a thing to buy.Fight sometimes not to fight.Wise always knows the price.Risk-takers know to fly.Dreamers are dreams with open eyes. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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