Grace R. Baldwin
I'm not going to cry today,
Over the things I failed to do.
I'm going to sing a song,
And let the sun shine through. I'm not going to worry;
If my song is not a hit.
I'm going to sing all the high notes,
As I rock and sit. Life is too short, when you have lived long.
Don't worry about the tune,
Or where the words belong.