One is just a number

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One is just a number
New or old , it begins with one
Each moment, each perspective ,

I, me and myself were just a passing phase,
Some phased out, some phased in with scales of moral compass

Just unjust or mere survival, went through phases did I,
Under the hill, over the mountain. Life kept but passing through ,
Some had laughter, some tears and a lot in between 
Tears, tears in multitudes

A tear spent in joy and a lot spent in joyful despair

Never a dull moment in one life
Ups and downs, pleasures and pain,
Many are the experiences that count within
Between plans of loving and actual life 
Every moment had a lesson to teach

Remembered are but only moments of lifetimes within reach..

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