I may run and trip and fall
Through life’s dark and narrow hall,
But I’ll get back up and smile
To run the rest of life’s short mile.
I’ll explore life’s countless stages
Life’s book with many pages
Too precious too be wasted
Too much that must be tasted.
I’ll write my own life story
Sure it might be corny
But I guess that you could say
That I like living my own way.
