I look around my messy life
And try not to whine or cry
I choose here and now to fix it up
Not wallow until I die!
I'll start with schoolwork- such a chore
The textbooks just bring me tears
Perhaps if I finish my work right away
The time will calm my fears
Along with that, my job is hard
At least it pays real fair
With all the money I get from it
I could travel the world- if I dare!
And what about friends, buddies, and pals?
They'll all come through at the end!
True friendships don't shatter, scatter or rage
But they often will tremor or bend