The Little Things
This life is short
This life is dreary
The hours go by
My mind grows weary.
Thinking of tomorrow
Brings me to tears
This life we live
Is too full with fears.
But too many worries
Won’t do us any good
Life comes with many wonders
Which are often misunderstood.
Think about what makes you happy
The things that make you smile
For this life is too short
To not enjoy it all the while.
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