Life Goes On
It's the rat race
You want to blame,
Or then again
Maybe it's just your given name;
Either way
It's all the same,
Life's a gamble
And life's a game,
Some days it's the sun
Some days it's the rain,
Some days
It's just the same old same.
So, pack up the bags
Lying low beneath your eyes,
Filled with the weight
Of the tears you've cried;
Embrace the new borne air
Rising along a different trail,
Softly breath some of it in,
And put the rest in your sail.
When things are tough
The days are short, the nights are long,
That's just the way it is...
As life goes on, and on and on.
The chances are low
There's anywhere better to go,
But give it a shot anyhow,
Because life does go on and on... somehow.
It's nearly insane
The way everything appears the same,
And whether it's right or wrong
Life surely goes on,
From Tucumcari
To Hong Kong,
So give it your best, and
Stay in the race,
For someday you just may find
Life goes on to a most perfect place.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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