It's been a hard day,
now it's time to play.
I do it this way,
no matter what others say.
I don't really want to smile,
I just want to write about it for awhile.

Maybe if I write,
I just might,
get a smile or a laugh in tomorrow,
amongst all the sorrow.
Might queeze one in during the horror.
Work really isn't that hard,
it's the foolishness in anothers heart.

No one wants to be wrong,
even when they sing the wrong song.
They get mad when they get the gong.
Life is one big wrong show,
ask right it ought to know.
It's not the right that causes the fright,
it's the wrong that can't get right.
So goes my smile,
even my laugh for awhile,
can't seem to keep them right,
one day i just might.

O