The Secret of Life
It seems as of late, I wake at 2, 3 and 4.Is this from my mistake?
From days of past, these sleepless nights still last.
I'm waiting for the dawn, but time just lingers on.
So soon this past is to forget,
And all is gone without regret.
It's brighter on that other side,
All I have to lose is pride.
No wonder it all never made sense,
It was always at someone elses expense.
The secret of life is to love,
Not just be a lover.
For all we save for,
And try, Is to recover.
SG/09