C'Est La Vie - That Is Life-N
It is a lumber, man! all lumber
It makes your life-boat heavy to pull
and you nearly faint at the oars
That’s life.
You lose your freedom by anxiety
No time to watch the windy shadows
skimming lightly over the shallows
That’s life.
No time to watch the woods all green
or the lilies white and yellow.
No time to watch all these with dreamy laziness.
That’s life
Watch the butterflies fluttering by
Not, at all, interested in longevity
But to be a part of beauty and burn
That’s life.
Throw the lumber over, man!
And make the boat easier to pull.
It will never be so liable to upset.
That’s life.
Remember, in the journey of life
death is not the destination but joy
so don’t rush, take life as it comes
That’s life.
See the beauty in small proportions
Life will be perfect in small measures.
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