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