No More Sad Words Said
It Is What It Is
Classically Said.
Some things last
Some things don’t
Sometimes we lose the best
And are stuck with the rest
Somehow we end up in this place
A toss up for the human race
You do yours and I’ll do mine
In the End I’m sure we’ll find
Which way to go
And reap what we sow
You Do yours and I’ll do mine
Should we meet,
It’ll be heaven divine