Celebrate, young one, celebrate your dismal life
For it is the darkness of pain and suffering
which makes the light shine brighter.
For who can appreciate the love of a good woman better than
the man who has known full-blown loneliness, or
the man who has known the ball-and-chain of the bitch?
And who can appreciate a stack of money better than
the one who has long had none?
Celebrate, my child, celebrate in your depression
For those long years shall make you wise...
Or insane...
And either is better than never knowing the extremes,
The richness of life.
Even manure has its purpose
And so shall the s**t of your life bring forth fruit.