There’s beauty in this life
Such abundance to suffice;
The sick, the ****** the beggars cursed hand,
And all their eternal strife,
You’ll be forgiven for your youth,
And every badly told excuse
When you stumble, fall, and dent the wall,
In your drunken search for truth,
So when you pass the places
Of past humiliation,
Look only with kind eyes in hindsight,
As you’ve grown so old with age,
If your heart is getting fond of
The darkness you may wander,
Remember, love is, most certainly,
Just around the corner.
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
There’s beauty in this life
Such abundance to suffice;
The sick, the ****** the beggars cursed hand,
And all their eternal strife,
You’ll be forgiven for your youth,
And every badly told excuse
When you stumble, fall, and dent the wall,
In your drunken search for truth,
So when you pass the places
Of past humiliation,
Look only with kind eyes in hindsight,
As you’ve grown so old with age,
If your heart is getting fond of
The darkness you may wander,
Remember, love is, most certainly,
Just around the corner.
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