My Life

My life a thing untold If I tied it in a knot Would I remember to remember Or forget that I forgot Or I might be on trial for Spite denial of my life for The rest of my days with The best of my ways In December I'll remember On Christmas day of years Gone by I'll cry and sigh and Wipe a little tear from my eye Would anyone ask why if they Should spy will they see me weeping If they came a peeping, would they Make spying a crime? A crying shame? The pain of a tear Cheer cheer Is it sincere? Fair flair my life, a thing unfolds