I think I should write a new rhyme
It seems it's been quite a long time
since I put hoof to keys
and said "If you please,
be my guests, as we just pass the time".
So what shall we talk of today?
Shall we choose to be sad or make hay?
If you stood in a queue
would you know what to do
with your life, before you went grey?
But maybe there's nothing to do
And nothing to make you feel blue
So just sit and have tea
under that lovely tree
And enjoy who you are, being you.
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