Smile

Common as the cold —
Up for sale, never sold
Getting older & it shows;
Your disappointment only grows
& no one seems to care
That you never got your share —
Who said life was fair?
So smile — it’s not so bad
You lost your health —
Never had no wealth;
So tighten up your belt
As you gather dust upon some shelf
You lost by just a nose
But there’s no prize for place or show
Now, at least, you know
So smile — it’s not so bad
Tired out & broken down
You’ve played the field & made the rounds
Now you’re stuck in this one-horse town —
Your only solace is the sound of melody & verse
Though your bag’s about to burst;
Others have it worse
So smile — it’s not so bad