Limits
There are no guarantees in life
We are not free from sorrow
We can’t avoid sporadic chance
We can’t foresee the morrow
Despite such truth there is clear proof
We only reap what’s sown
So plow, and weed, and plant the seed
For drought is an unknown
Yet one thing is for sure
There is no harvest for the sloth
Life’s warranty is limited
But hope’s limits we allot
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