A little hope , a littler dream
A short outing on the earth.
Small memories, a smallish joy
A little nap in this berth.
A sierra of plans ,a steeper climb
a thousand troubles to mend.
Spinning years around the stars
but know no beginning nor the end.
Few call it life, fewer, a dream
Doesn’t matter, doesn't matter.
But what does matter in the end?
The smiles ,the memories
The love, only love.