Compared to what you want,
Disappointment, dreams come true, accolades,
Or a hist’ry that haunts,
Or what’s more likely, the whole trifecta,
With prob’lly more thrown in,
Life is long, no matter how it might feel,
Or even if it’s short in duration,
What will always be under your control,
Is how you look at it,
Though depending on how you were brought up,
You may think me a git.
Maybe I am,
Rather, I am for you,
Plus anyone else who has been in pain,
Minus my mom, who was dying and knew.
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