Two Cents

Carry on, my dear, carry, carry on For soon, for you, there will be a new dawn Filled with joy and filled with cake and presents And if I must, I will throw in cents A pair, of course, for if that is not there No advice will be given, for next heir To keep your property and liberty And life too, but that is mere wizardry From Columbian brew, all that divine Leaves you thinking you are on the cloud nine Its hole gives you peek at the love below Your lover picks up snow, and off with throw It hits one’s face, leaving one very numb And discerning that all I did was dumb For love, for life, and all merriments here Taking it in, for it is but my dear That loss is all my love, death all my life Here my two cents, they are all of my strife Carry on, my dear, carry, carry on For soon, for you, there will be a new dawn