Giving A 101

We just can’t be all set for everything,

can we?

Walking through life,

swimming through lies,

and flying to heights.

We give toasts to all of them.

A bottoms up drink for anyone,

but us.

If only we knew,

how we survived,

how we inspire.

Our expiry will be the best before.

Till the very last breath,

not everything will belong to the grave.

You gave,

and that’s all that matters.

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