Chapter 845
It Is Doubtful
The grass is always greener
On the other side of the hill
When one finally gets there
Do they really get their fill
Nothing is ever
What it may seem
More likely than not
It will make one scream
When things start to slip
They try to hold on
The sad truth is
They can't hold what's gone
Look in the mirror
That's where the problem lies
The mirror has no sound
It can't echo one's cries
What was once beautiful
Started out wonderful
Will it remain fruitful
It is doubtful
Nobody