And all my notes just disappeared:
They vanished just like that.
And yet I didn’t pull my beard
Of tear apart my hat.
There was a time I would have done
To mourn my “tragic loss”.
But, now the all and I are one,
There’s no point getting cross.
Instead, I’m thankful to life’s trials
Which put me in a spot;
Whatever happens, I’m all-smiles
And celebrate my lot.
That’s not to say all cares have gone,
But, with one less, I carry on.
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