The wish poetry could do something
But alas! words words words
Try to resist myself
Try to resist the Absurd

Try to enjoy my life
Loneliness unheard
Grateful for my sons
1st 2nd 3rd

The sunshine does feel good
But I'm often ill at ease
Life is a mystery
And, alas, a real disease

Some good thing
Before my time is through
Eyes Wide Shut
But I open them for you

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