My Sad Month
The say "When it rains, it pours,"
And bad things come in threes."
Well I'll show you how last August
It happened to me.
First I heard of the mother
Of some kids that I know
Dying in an accident.
Now she can't watch them grow.
Then another child I knew
Died at age eight,
Coming from a trip
That didn't end great.
Then to top it all off,
And the worst by far,
Was hearing of the death
Of my brother-in-law.
So that's how it was,
So I guess I'll just repeat,
"You have to know the bitter,
To appreciate the sweet!
And bad things come in threes."
Well I'll show you how last August
It happened to me.
First I heard of the mother
Of some kids that I know
Dying in an accident.
Now she can't watch them grow.
Then another child I knew
Died at age eight,
Coming from a trip
That didn't end great.
Then to top it all off,
And the worst by far,
Was hearing of the death
Of my brother-in-law.
So that's how it was,
So I guess I'll just repeat,
"You have to know the bitter,
To appreciate the sweet!
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