What’s a handbag when we have no pen;
When we have no paper and no ink?
What is life when we will curse again
Even the fiercest lion needs his den
And every human being needs some links
What’s a handbag when we have no pen?
Should we let folk thump us on the chin?
Should babes be taught to ponder and to think
What is life when love won’t come again?
Do not fear to be an also ran
Learn to laugh and even how to wink
What’s a handbag when we have no man?
Life is hard, life wins the marathon
Do not judge and don’t let worry win
We can’t be sure that love has truly gone
Do not tend your scruples, that is sin
Look outside, then burst balloons with pins
What’s a handbag when we have no man
What is life, when will we write again?
