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 With Every Turn There’s A Nope…
For At Least Life Whispers In My Ear To Just Cope.
-TheDreadedWriter-