Dearest Earthling

Alike some games, life is fickle,

Trapped in it is that heart brittle,

Days I recall when joy lived in chasing a beetle,

Days I recall when discontent remained in every trifle,

For no regret to persist, let ‘em all trickle.

Tell it to try a little,

Tell it to fall a little.

Tell it to laugh a little,

Tell it to cry a little.

Tell it to rejoice a little,

Tell it to whine a little.

And when the sun’s to set and you’re back in that cradle,

Forget not to in each person around that cradle, enclose your broadest smile…