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We begin our days with a sigh;
some of us even cry.
We end our day with a groan;
we weep and we moan.
It is rare that things go how we plan;
of this, I am not a fan.
Why can't we have what we yearn for?
Why must we feel so emotionally poor?
They say this is life, but I do not recall these stories from my childhood;
the stories my grandmother told as she sweeped and stood.
She told of love and happiness and death and loss;
but not of depression and how people instigate anger, no matter the cost.
We should need not begin our days with a sigh;
we should not cry.
We should go to bed with our loves and a smile;
who knows; this could work for a while.
some of us even cry.
We end our day with a groan;
we weep and we moan.
It is rare that things go how we plan;
of this, I am not a fan.
Why can't we have what we yearn for?
Why must we feel so emotionally poor?
They say this is life, but I do not recall these stories from my childhood;
the stories my grandmother told as she sweeped and stood.
She told of love and happiness and death and loss;
but not of depression and how people instigate anger, no matter the cost.
We should need not begin our days with a sigh;
we should not cry.
We should go to bed with our loves and a smile;
who knows; this could work for a while.
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