Don't take it all so seriously,
As the wrinkles settle in.
She wanted me to have a steady job,
And now, I cannot win.
I gave her all she wanted,
But too little was too late.
Now I sit in my office,
A strikingly cruel trick of fate.
I live alone in my own world,
A place that no one sees.
And today as I think of her fondly,
I'll see her in the breeze.
I give her a wink as she blows by,
And on her way she goes.
I know that she loves me,
As from my pen she flows.
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