isnt it ironical, <br />that those who we love the most, <br />are the recipients of our impatience and rage, <br />those who we hardly know at all, <br />we are to them most charming and sage, <br />we show a perfect facade to people who matter not <br />we can apologise to complete strangers, <br />but with our loved ones remain grouchy and hot, <br />we snap often at our spouses and shout at our kids, <br />sometimes behave like boiling cauldrons without lids, <br />yes, sometimes we are maybe at the end of our tether, <br />nobody knows how much time we all have together, <br />when any of us will leave this world, knowbody knows, <br />so lets celebrate the highs of life, and conquer the lows <br />tough times need love and patience to get past, <br /> keep your courage and faith high, <br />for tough times dont last, <br />negativity breeds resentment, <br />which causes further strife <br />positivity conquers all <br /> and makes beautiful this life, <br />we have one life, so live it, <br /> to the fullest and well <br />be remembered for speech <br /> that was sweetest, <br />and laughter <br />that rang like a bell<br /><br />Arti Chopra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/make-the-most-of-time/
