The Pessimist
Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear but clothes
to keep from going nude.
Nothing to breathe but air
Quick as a flash it's gone;
Nowhere to fall but off,
Nowhere to stand but on.
Nothing to comb but hair,
Nowhere to sleep but in a bed.
Nothing to weep but tears,
Nothing to bury by dead.
Nothing to sing but songs,
Oh, well, alas, alak!
Nowhere to go but out.
Nowhere to come but back.
Nothing to see but sights
Nothing to quench but thirst,
Nothing to have but what we've got;
Thus thro' life we are cursed.
Nothing to strike but a gait;
Everything moves that goes
Nothing at all but common sense
Can ever withstand the woes.
--Ben King
Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear but clothes
to keep from going nude.
Nothing to breathe but air
Quick as a flash it's gone;
Nowhere to fall but off,
Nowhere to stand but on.
Nothing to comb but hair,
Nowhere to sleep but in a bed.
Nothing to weep but tears,
Nothing to bury by dead.
Nothing to sing but songs,
Oh, well, alas, alak!
Nowhere to go but out.
Nowhere to come but back.
Nothing to see but sights
Nothing to quench but thirst,
Nothing to have but what we've got;
Thus thro' life we are cursed.
Nothing to strike but a gait;
Everything moves that goes
Nothing at all but common sense
Can ever withstand the woes.
--Ben King
