Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to
eat but food,
Nothing to wear but clothes
To keep one
from going nude.
Nothing to breathe but air,
Quick as a
flash 'tis gone;
Nowhere to fall but off,
Nowhere to
stand but on.
Nothing to comb but hair,
Nowhere to
sleep but in bed,
Nothing to weep but tears,
Nothing to
bury but dead.
Nothing to sing but songs,
Ah, well!
Alas! Alack!
Nowhere to go but out,
Nowhere to
come but back.
Nothing to read but words,
Nothing to
cast but votes,
Nothing to hear but sounds,
Nothing to sail but boats.
Nothing to see but sights,
Nothing to
quench but thirst,
Nothing to have but what we've got,
Thus
through life we are cursed.
Nothing to strike but a gait,
Everything
moves that goes.
Nothing at all but commonsense
Can ever
withstand these woes.
Ben King
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