Mrs. Teabody Gives Thanks for her Life

In Gratitude for a Wonderful Life

If life is a pie,
Mine is four-fifths done
But there's filling left
And the crust still crumbs.

If life is a ball game,
The eighth inning's near
But the best batter's up
And the outcome's unclear.

If life is a rainbow,
The way's going down
But it's so much easier
And gold's on the ground.

If life is a card game,
The aces are played
But left in my hand
Are the queen and her knave.

If life is a water glass,
Mine's more than half full
Surprisingly clear
Refreshingly cool.

Life is what you make it;
Your outlook is key
Let no one say ever
Life was wasted on me.


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