Keep the one that makes you laugh!
It’s all that endures.
The rest is transitory.
Money comes and money goes.
Beauty’s sure to tarnish.
Muscles, in time, atrophy.
Passion’s fire burns to embers.
When your shriveled, weak, and poor,
And holding hands is all your after,
That wry grin and mirthful twinkle
At some triviality
Is sure to bring a belly laugh
And a flood of memories;
A lifetime of happy moments.
Aroil in Pain 