Write an essay on
"Life is not a song, sweetling."
"Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow."
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This is very true that life is not a song, we also get many hurts in our life (sorrow).
Everywhere around us we see people they are sometimes good to us..but sometimes they come as a devil.
As, we all know a coin has two faces , one is head and the other is tail. The life is almost similar to that only. If there is happiness then there is sorrow also. We have to face both the conditions no one can escape from this.
We have even read many famous people stories. In there life also they have faced many things sometimes sorrow and some times happiness.
Let me tell u a small story about a boy.
Once there was a small boy who was very mischievous. He was studying in school...
one day the school principal called her mother and told her to take him out of the school bcz he is a Useless boy and he can't do anything in his life. So, she did took her children out of the school but she didn't lose her hope she taught her and the boy became a successful person. But this was not the end he even had many hard times in his business..
His factory was burnt up but he still did not lose hope. He still made his way and again started his work.
This boy was a famous people.(Sorry I forgot the name of that person).
Sorrows comes in everyone's lives but the person who can face it can only live in this world and the person who can't face it they can't survive.
So, my thinking is that what ever is the situation always think positive and go on.
By thinking positive it doesn't mean that we must suppress our feelings..we must express it bcz if we try to supress it then we might get depressed inside.
Remember one thing "har chiz ke do pehlu hote hai"
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Answer:
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.