To Me I Say That I’ll Try To Cope,
For Me Life Has Become A SeeSawing Slope,
To Me I Say Hide The Sad With Joy,
For Me Life’s Happiness Is A Delicacy I Must Not Annoy,
At Most I Say To Stand On Ground Solid,
For At Least Life Makes My Stroke As Molid,
At Most I See A Road Where Every Turn Is A Nope,
For At Least Life Whispers In My Ear To Just Cope.
-TheDreadedWriter-