Sing to me of life and laughter,
Save the tears til I am gone;
Let me smile while I am able:
Crying may come later on.
While the sun shines, let me have it;
Let me eat while there is food;
Make the most of every moment,
Squeeze the fun from every mood.
Read to me from tomes of gladness;
Keep my pleasures cheerful, gay:
Take your tragedies–I loathe them.
(Some @%##!! author bawled for pay)
Let me live carefree and happy
These few years, and when I die,
As they shovel clods down on me,
I’ll be laughing, so- – -DON’T CRY!
by Ray Romine Saturday, July 27, 1946
