Transitive Thoughts

The way I live
The life I lead
Showers a ray of hope in all my deeds
The day would come
when I succeed
I like some
with no bad weeds
Time would demand
to part with life
Virtue would remand
what u did worthwhile
Life is such
a wionderful gift
thinking abt much , alas at death shift
feeling so bad , that nothing much done
Thoughts i never had , so helped no one