Ces’t La Vie

C’est la vie
Oh woe is me
An acceptance of pain
An acceptance of strife
A resignation to this funny thing
that people here on Earth call life

Hope is lost, ambitions dashed
Future plans down the latrine
All of these fall victim to
Time and the things unforeseen

And though you may store for yourself
Gold and jewels and sweet perfume
Nothing you possess is safe
From theives who steal and moths who consume

Your very existence on this earth
Too soon a distant memory
So in the end we’re all resigned
To whisper softly: C’est la vie

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