Burn not the bridges after you pass Know not if again one must cross. Life meanders with lot of criss-cross Summer or winter rivers flow across. Need we others to survive till dead. A lone life is full of dearth and dread. On give-and-take we all are grounded Each one for all, we are to be bonded.
Unknown scores serve us each day What's in it, their job is such we say. A humble fumble pits our lives in fray Appreciation helps care in a long way. To be thankful, humanity must sway Gratitude remains as we pass away.
