Though the future seems bleak
Don't give hands to despair quick,
Certainly there must be
Alternative ways to pick,
Lamenting a lot on your lot
Your wounds don't lick!
Don't nurse self-pity
A luxury
Which doesn't have use any!
Do what you can with confidence
Leave the rest to providence,
About the past
Which had already gone
Worry you should none
So far as there is no one
Who can undo
What has been done!