Smile - Quasi

Common as the cold —

Up for sale, never sold

Getting older & it shows;

Your disappointment only grows

& no one seems to care

That you never got your share —

Who said life was fair?

So smile — it’s not so bad

You lost your health —

Never had no wealth;

So tighten up your belt

As you gather dust upon some shelf

You lost by just a nose

But there’s no prize for place or show

Now, at least, you know

So smile — it’s not so bad

Tired out & broken down

You’ve played the field & made the rounds

Now you’re stuck in this one-horse town —

Your only solace is the sound of melody & verse

Though your bag’s about to burst;

Others have it worse

So smile — it’s not so bad