Last One Standing


Last One Standing
(Dedicated to the aged and others lost to Coronavirus)

Life is a merry-go-round, a merry-go-round;
A teeter-tauter, sticky slide and monkey bars;
And then, and then, and then we grow up;
And it doesn’t matter at all.

I’ve grown old wondering—where did it go?
I’ve seen other deaths with all their regrets;
Yet, somehow, for some reason, I have none.
And it doesn’t matter at all.

A grain of sand to the passing Time;
Who will remember; mark my grave?
No one is left; memories all fade.
And, yet for some reason, it doesn’t matter at all.

Doesn’t matter at all;

Doesn’t matter at all.

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