Gabby

All of you make jokes, don't disturb my waves, worry if I’ll cope, never stoop to choose, or firmly swim away, know how much you’ll lose, you are not dopes, to encourage lazy ways, as if there was no hope, if you want good news, let others stand and gape, what I say is true, because you moan and mope, note every bitter phase, down every twisting slope, can't separate the blues, for distant tides or sail, ships leave without you, things not to be undone, it never is too late, to face life and atone, I would call it grace.