The Best Years of Our Lives
Our aches and pains an endless drain
Life a war ‘gainst stress and strain
Seeing us so pitiful, friends condescend
Our response defensive, we miscomprehend
For they just don’t know what to do
facing a stranger they now misconstrue
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