The world is a place of untimely woes,
Of snatches and snares, and terrible foes.
And how is one, to make it alone,
Amidst all the strife and cares that we’re shown.
The comic companions to everyday things,
Are mishap and misfortune, and tunes that they sing,
That say “Irony, Irony, tis oh but a dream,
But goodness will find you, though dark it may seem.”
Life is a journey, we travel beside,
Those who embrace us, in which we confide,
In God that we trust and put all our care,
He’s sure to be watching and guiding us here.
To another great chapter, and many good times,
I welcome you to, this Jungle of mine.
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