Bubbles
Hope for the best,
prepare for the worst;
assume you are blessed,
know you may be cursed.
Forget every test,
each role you rehearsed;
we all come to rest,
the last as the first.
And all we invest
is likewise dispersed,
so laugh at life’s jest
when your bubbles burst.
Stephen Brooke ©2025
A bit of light verse; little more than playing with words.
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