For some our lives are tragic;
I’m not one with those.
I’m with them for whom life is magic
Until its dying, final close.
Coming out of cloistered shells
Is the first step in leading life;
Inhaling air, ringing bells,
Avoiding struggle and strife.
Sadness abounds on this earth,
It’s shadow hard to escape;
With the sorrow, remember mirth,
Turning life into one long jape.
No, I am not the least bit frivolous;
I have railed and I have wept.
To see all life as boundless
Is how I have come to accept.
March down the street,
Singing with the tune.
Take in the bitter and the sweet
Beneath the eternal moon.