He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.Epictetus
Never fear when the pensive poet is here
For you know he always has his pen near
At hand to help us fight against our fear.
When the car of your life you cannot steer,
And in an accident you end up dear.
Never fear for the pensive poet is here.
Back then, you were right to be scared before
The poet got a pen that is like a spear
In his hands it helps him to fight our fear.
When at the bar you have had one more beer
Too much and your path you cannot see clear.
Never fear for the pensive poet is near.
In the jungle with predators so near
You'll want him to have his red pen nigh
At hand to help him fight against our fear.
When you're running scared, away from your tears
Listen to the birds, singing loud and clear
'Never fear when the poet has his pen near
At hand to help you fight against your fear.'
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