We all cry, a little, a little each day
For something, we wish we could have really had
And we all wish,don't we, that we could have today
Been better,been happier, instead of being sad

We all rue in vain, at the speed of time
And as it slips away, we hear that tinny chime
sometimes, too fast, sometimes not enough
sometimes its just right, and yet it seems tough

To not regret,to not feel sad, but why indeed ?
My friend what really matters is that in the end,
Kept there for you, is just round the bend
Yet another day, to live, to succeed...

And spend such sweet spring's days
Smiling, in a blooming flower's path
Instead of in morosity, stuck in a maze
And count our little blessings, and forget our wrath...