Life – a cycle of seasons

the days gone are past,
if it was good,
cherish the memories until you last.
if it was bad,
just know that it was a bad day,
and not a bad life.
there are days where you get pointed with a knife,
you have got to wait for the flowers to bloom in your garden,
like there are seasons for them,
our lives are made of seasons too.
few days spring and few days autumn,
but you got to be a glow stick,
coz sometimes its good to break before we shine,
and once you shine,
there could be nothing that could cross your limit line.