The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
The last pear plucked
The evening primrose gone –
What now may fate deduct...
They say that one’s genetically disposed
To happiness or the opposite. If so
What’s to be done? My very mind opposed...
