Mystery 465

Let the 

Mystery be

What am I doing where am I going

There ain't no way of really knowing

I make a guess & try something new

Then I would ponder while I did a review

The seasons change the rains always come

Sometimes I'm smart quite often dumb

The Romans build some coliseums

The Germans had their mausoleums

Birdsongs greet the early sunrise

I'll be kind and grateful to my demise

Let the

Mystery be

Iris DeMent

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