There’s a lady who’s sure
All who laugh soon will cry.
All who live one day die.
All who fly often fall
And with no warning at all
All that’s bright turns to black
And there’s no turning back
Because this fate bestowed to her
Also makes her quite sure...
That is life.
But she’s also quite sure...
All that shines is the sun
And that work can be fun
And her children may run,
But they run through her soul
And that makes her feel whole.
Her true friends are quite merry
And it all seems so very
Trite yet so true
That along with her fear
Is that which makes her fly.
So she rings in the new year
With a tear in her eye
Mixed with grit and misgiving...
It's all part of living.
