Well, there are some days that the reading of Latin verbs is not what I most long for. Some days Jacob Marley has left his chains on my doorstep and the memories of yesteryear come to visit.
Well, today a friend told me this sorry tale
as he stood there trembling and turning pale
he said each day's harder to get on the scale
sort of like Jacob Marley's chain.
But it's not like life's such a vale of tears
it's just full of thoughts that act as souvenirs
for those tiny blunders made in yesteryear
that comprise Jacob Marley's chain.
Well, I had a little metaphor to state my case
it encompassed the condition of the human race
but to my dismay, it left without a trace
except for the sound of Jacob Marley's chain.
Now there is no story left to tell
so I think I'd rather just go on to Hell
where there's a snowball's chance that the personnel
might help to carry Jacob Marley's chain.
help to carry Jacob Marley's chain.
carry Jacob Marley's chain.
A. Mann
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