The scope of things,
To cope with your life;
Skipping along with a rope as,
You grope with the muse of your mind.
The scope of things,
To hope for the future;
But, do not dope your mind with the lust of this world.
The muse of life!
With the scope of things;
But, do not mope around without doing nothing.
The scope of things!
Giving a smile to nature even in difficult times;
And, to trope along to gain a stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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