A poem.
As I hear the men on the radio
Telling me to “Let It Be”
I do see all my troubles
And hope that I can set myself free
I will find the true meaning of life
Without the regrets upon my shoulder
Because tomorrow is coming soon
And we are only getting older
For even a second that is wasted
Can mess with a life that simply flowed
But we all must take our chances
Its “The Long and Winding Road”.
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