Life’s Not a Party

Life’s not a party my dearest darling

For we partied, now must you party alone

I fear your drinking may carry you to a place that smells of roses

And a lingering stench of sorrow and seeder

Must I fear that nothing good will come from an empty glass

So may I whisper a loving prayer to shadow your sorrow with good intention

And a soft place to land may you fall for another.