Although life is hard in pace
Lose not thy calm and grace.
If thee are not tender
Vow not to surrender
Eternity lies right before thy face.

Blessed be, it's finally Spring.
In joy and delight the birds sing,
Ravished upon the entire earth,
The new rebirth,
Helas, the joy it brings!

Had a cold hummus with pita bread,
Under a delicious food, yellow or red.
Might just have the appetite to cook
Urgent dinner by hook or crook.
So that's just a humus humor spread.

There are no good tights,
Rare they are, a rare sight.
You roll and roll
Inside a new hole,
They´re only good for a fight.

Oh life is like potatoes and oignons;
In cooking you find many layers to peel
Go deep to really know what's going on.
Nevertheless you still have to cook to feel
Over the mouth their taste smooth the tongue
Not only you appreciate but make it known
So they are more than how they look in the grill.

Life is hard but it never loses its grace. If you aren't hard enough you cannot live but if you're not tender you don't deserve to be alive.