Time has a habit of turning tables;
When good days come, bad seems fable.
But things never stayed temperate in course,
Man must learn ways n ride its wild horse.
Ones on high perch must keep in mind;
Phase not lasting, only an ephemeral passing.
If today flaunting position or glittery crown,
Tomorrow throne's a circus in the hands of a clown.
Lore is whispering; show clemency at all times
But drift responds; flash in good and drag in grimes.
The prudent stays calm in realities of life,
Enlightened in dark, foresee opportunities & thrive.