Chapter 676
Relax
To live life on the edge
Is seldom a good choice
One becomes very small
They soon lose their voice
It can get lonely
Without any friends
Then you must be wary
To see who pretends
Not every hand is kind
That offers to 'help'
What it does instead
May cause one to yelp
The crowd walks by
Who can you trust
More often than not
One gets ground into dust
It is only through time
Once life has collected its tax
That one can find peace
And in the end relax
Nobody