July9: when nothing goes right


When nothing goes right in the life that you live

 you’d be best to remember your life is a sieve

some things are filtered and some things are caught

  but in all there’s a lesson that you can be taught.


There’s mountains and valleys in each trip we take

 you may find a volcano while you look for a lake

And the heat there may burn you to no bitter end

But you don’t have to worry if you have a friend






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