When my soul was in the cloak room
You came along to claim it
Out in San Luis, I guess
That was you, Cheryl, wasn't it?
But I do want to start over,
Since I've alienated
certain people with my behavior
at least I think I have,
but, oh well, you can't cry
over spilt milk.
I asked one of the CNAs here at the VA
if she agreed
and she said that's life,
implying probably that that's the essence of life to me
at least as if life was all a series of
chronological mistakes
Makes sense to "wise old" me, at least, though, ** ** **.