My Advice To You
From the cradle to your dying breath
Let the love in your heart guide you
Save only the good and discard the rest
Don’t let the small troubles define you
Howl at the moon while you still can
For it just might be your last dance
Far too soon you could meet the end
And you will cry for one more chance
Smell the scent of morning glories
That hangs about the front porch wall
For what blooms the brightest in the spring
Is often the first to wither and die in the fall
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