This Cheerful Old Elf
Who would've thunk I'd be thrown a curve
Taking pills to relieve my stress
The stress of moving, to calm myself down
Life's like a long game of chess
You make a move and hope for the best
Experience tells you you're right
Then all of a sudden you're thrown a curve
A proverbial bullet you must bite
Not everything goes exactly as planned
Be flexible and ready for change
It'll lead to a more peaceful and happy life
Even better than fortune and fame
Who needs fame, it's a fleeting thing
The real blessings are ones you hold dear
Tell someone close you love them each day
Just like magic a smile will appear
It's sometimes hard to follow this advice
Have to keep reminding myself
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