Isn't it sweet
That Life should be
So full of pain
Isn't it sweet that it passes
Like a ghost through tall grasses
Isn't it sweet
That life is broken highball glasses
And busted feet
That hobble up a forlorn street
In a hard cold rain?
Isn't it sweet
That one can love many times
But only know once
The sacrifice of innocence?
Isn't it sweet
To tell lies
On a moonless Autumn night
Isn't it sweet
When something nice and kind
Rights the melancholy Mind?
Isn't it sweet
To turn out the lights
With You, the only You
Unbound in a manifold Mind
Beyond the indifferent sky
Isn't it sweet
To be Freed
From the pitiful Why:
Isn't it sweet that we cry?
Isn't it sweet to live just a little
Without waiting to die?