Or so experience will teach us soon.
I do not mean, and this is not to say,
That I want nothing but heavy tune,
A deep discussion of the day's events
Or serious considerations of
The dark and dank things that the mind invents
Within the grips of unrequited love.
No, no, I long to hear the fiddle scream,
Hear dancing feet and laughter in the air;
To be forever happy is my dream
And I have no intent to die from care.
But leaven time with humour - do not spend
Too much on it, for it is means, not end.
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