Suck It Up
Tis the life I hate
At forty-eight
Rolling in the myrrh
Kicking in the earth
Too young to whine
Too big to cry
About the times
We are living now
Keep moving on
Through the pond
Don’t drag your feet
You’re meet defeat
The pond is deep
Fill with grief
Sing lullabies
To happy times
Death is near
So have a beer
Copyright © Barbara Washington | Year Posted 2008
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