Life is in itself an irony
A cry sometimes could be a source of joy
For it could be the heralding of a baby girl or boy
Life is in itself an irony
The child strays off to his own hurt
But the mother watches keenly
For she knows pain may sometimes be the guide for him to mature
Life is in itself an irony
Though the stage is set and all is perfect
She would never have made it as the celebrated celebrity
Had she not put things once important to her to utter neglect
The gloom of her story built the foundation for her glory
Life is in itself an irony
The laws we set to bring us peace
Now fuels our lust for war and rivalry Continue reading

