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Show GLOOMY VIEW. A sorry progress Is this life, Along which disappointment lurks J When e'er you're making proper speed Some "thank yema'm" your spirit Irks! You know yourself just how It works. You're born your. j)et aversion's clothe?; You grow and hate, each garment less; And then, the taste acquired at last, Yourself must pay the bill? for dress! That is tough luck, as you'll con-fess. con-fess. For months you argue if you may Allow yourself some luxury; At last you reach tho, buying pitch The thing's grown a necessity! You've simply got to have it, see? Perhaps your income would not reach When did It e'er, in mortal's ken? You win a 5 per cent Increase The cost of living rises ton! This is the common lot of men. The more you do the more you must By this rule you will still abide, Except that all the time you spend Hero where to earthly things you're tied The less you'll spend on t'other side! |