Life’s a circus, can’t you see?
We’re clowns with bills and therapy.
We chase our goals, we pay our dues,
Then trip on laces in our shoes.

We plan it out, we make it neat,
Yet fate just laughs and moves our seat.
The universe, with wicked grin,
Reminds us none of us will win.

But maybe that’s the secret key—
The joke is love, not victory.
To laugh, to cry, to dance, to fall,
That’s really what it means at all.

So here’s to mess and here’s to cheer,
We’re all just winging it down here.
If life’s absurd (and I suspect),
Then humor is the best respect.

Will you remember her?
She was so fun after all!
She laughed by eyes, laughed softly.
She was so light and airly at all.
Will you remember her?

Will you remember her?
She so loved all sunsets,
Loved stars and caught their light!
She ran away in her sleeps some place.
Will you remember her?

Will you remember her?
She so adored winter laugh,
Snowdrifts to be higher, the snow to be white
And bitterlly cold and not in half.
Will you remember her?

You will remember her!
She so loved to love!
She gave of herself wholeheartedly!
She couldn’t live without love!
You will remember her!