Life is for the Living
But this is for the birds
The trouble Ive been given – and giving
I’m sure you must have heard
It’s not unique to me
An experience underserved
¦Nor is it undeserved
Love is for the giving
It’s not there for the taking
But to be, it must be forgiving
Neither quitting nor forsaking
All of the above
My love is made of
¦it fits me, fits me like a glove
Laughter is for sharing
With those who laugh along
Laughter is most daring
Through the tears of a sad love song
I maybe laughed when I could have cried
But did I live when I should have died?
¦I’m sorry, Mom. I tried.
Epitaph:
He died trying.