Hark, those intangible memories
you know, the disheartening ones
you wore in novice green with no
sleeves, Oh, how they linger upon
the cold shelf of memory, you’re too
disgraceful to wallow through the problem
again, you hold on to it just the same, wondering
why disappointment always reigned upon you, time’s
taught you one thing and that's class and money rule
over everything, so, no one cares for your pining and
disheartening woe of failures, we live, we learn, and we
die alone, no new news there, instead, take your cross
and bury it and forget it, you'll resurrect or revitalize
happiness, the weight of misfortune prevails upon all,
let bygones be lasting goodbyes, self-wallowing is for
children, address your discontentment and laugh, time
doesn't care who cries or who dies, so, live positively in
the presence forward, you're the best reward.
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