When you are young everything's fun
You start then leave most things half done
But when you're old everything aches
And you feel guilty eating cakes
You lay awake for half of the night
Wondering if you got things right
You worry about your mistakes
You ought to shrug when a cup breaks
A broken cup is not a war
There's more, others, sold in the store
Though things aren't like they were before
Just sweep up, shut up, close the door
When there's a bully, what you do
Is take a train to somewhere new
Look for new friends and in a while
You'll smile, they'll smile, a world of smiles
There's bad things of which we should speak
But do not mourn more than a week
When all else fails, just go to France
Or play music and sing and dance.
-ends-
After writing this, I remembered that in tradtional Jewish custom, after a death you sit 'shiva', which means seven, seven days and nights. Don't cook or work. After that, carry on with life.
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