Although I'm upset
I know I shouldn't fret
For those too shall pass
Some not too soon and
not too darn fast.
Of course I'm aware
that I've worn off my hair.
From the worry and strife of
everyday life.
This too shall pass
soon I hope, fast
For I've grown
so tired
of the muck and the mire
Alone on the wire.
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