Grumping at bumps
And fussing at mess,
I take my lumps
In gracelessness.
To fight my ills I’m gearing up
Grim-faced and sober-sided.
I really should be cheering up
With all my ills abided.
Bouncing along upon life’s rubble
Wailing with woe and moaning, “Ah me!”
I ought to look at others' trouble
Thankful I’m facing no tsunami.
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