How my mind as that of a child Frivolous and foolish seeks solace In a fictitious world of make believe While reality, like a fiend stares right on my face!
Waiting for none, the globe continues to spin And seasons arrive and depart without default Yet how I wish to think, With my exit, the world will come to an abrupt halt
When I am gone and lie cold under the sod And my memory no more lingers How I wish to feel My absence continually injures
Gains and losses when added up Weighs equal on lifeβs dispassionate balance Yet how I wish to boast With success alone, I ever had my alliance
Though I never reached the peak I sought And faltered on my way distraught How I wish to console I got everything for which I had fought
Future awaits me with gloom and gaiety And victory is certain to follow defeat Yet how I wish to proclaim Here is one for whom life shall ever be a treat!