Life is fickle, is it not?

We’ve only got this one short shot

Dead poets are remembered, the ones that live are broke

Peddling their poetry like all the ones who hang and choke

That’s why they created the Dead Poet Society

They all know the things that hide and stay hidden from you and me

Looking at the world a different way is what we want to do

Trapped inside this circus ride and pulling out the me from you

Folks remember, don’t forget

They hang to things they’ve done and they do not tend to forgive regret

Memories, they last for life, they find their way to our within

And God does not absolve if you have judged those who committed sin

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