You needn't write a cheerful verse. When I write my autobiography though I can easily change all of that. Autumn Youth and loves as light as spray Like fragrant petals drift away, Stark at last, and somehow freed Stands the stalk that bears the seed. Like storms in life that free my mind From old dead thoughts of yesterday. Average I want to live each minute With courage, zest and grace, Thus keeping up the standard Of the famous human race.
Spring comes first in people's hearts.
And though I'm old I sometimes think It's just the same with me. It means a lot to me. They've given me experience And thus done good as well as harm. Bargains Life offers many bargains. The only things we value Are things we really pay for.