It might not be worth keeping or it might
It might be pretty dull or be quite nice,
It might set something inside you alight.
Stand up and then be counted and then go,
Go back to where you started from before,
Take what you've done or put it out on show,
It will not matter when you're through the door.
I would not wish on you a single ill,
I hope your life is happy and fulfilled,
I wish that there was just a little pill
To bring back all the thought that time has killed.
You do it then, and hold it up for me,
And I come round and watch your work and see.