In The End.

In the End,

All is well,

Everyone’s happy,

As blissful as a small baby,

There is no dearth of food,

Only happiness reigns.

All were singing,

Coins were jingling,

Santa was tingling,

My friends were juggling,

We weren’t struggling,

By God’s grace everything was normal,

None felt abnormal.

Poetry and rhyme went hand in hand,

Let them dance till they find a grand,

Now the time asks for rest,

So all of us lets go to bed.

In the morning we shall wake up again,

See the light of pure white train.

Be happy,

Be Merry,

As in the end all is well again.


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