It is better not to sit amongst the ruins

The ruins of many lives past

For it is better not to dwell

For time moves so fast

You cannot pick up the pieces

For they have all been moved

Although the picture looks the same

Life is now a different game

Yet we cannot forget the ground;

 The ground we have just walked over

Whether it is a parting friend

Or that of a lover

Sadness is only a brief moment

For we soon learn to laugh.

Words, words, words.

Just depends how they are spoken

Some can lift us up

Others can leave us broken.

But we have to bend,

Quite often in different directions

More often without a fuss

But we have to be true to ourselves

For that is the real us.

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