Life gets in the way like that sometimes
You meet someone who thrills you so;
You marry, and down life's path you go;
You handle the worry, the stress, the woe,
And make hay while the sun shines.

You raise your kids as best you can;
You work real hard just to pay the man;
You end up not far from where you began;
Life gets in the way like that sometimes.

Your kids are raised, or so it seems;
They never rise up to fulfill your dreams,
But they turn out good as kings and queens,
So stop and count your blessings.

You reach the autumn of your life;
You seek a path with far less strife;
With rocking chairs for man and wife,
But that's not the way the game plays.

You volunteer because you're no quitter,
As chauffeur, cook, or babysitter,
And each day finds you much less fitter;
There's just you and time to blame.

But you daydream still when all alone
Of a life for two in a mountain home,
Till your names are chiseled in granite stone;
Just keep on dreaming brother.

You end up in a trailer park
Still trained to jump when others bark;
Your hopes and dreams are just a lark;
Life gets in the way like that sometimes.

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danicpa68   danicpa68 wrote
on 4/28/2008 11:21:59 AM
It is a dim view to growing older, but reality for some nonetheless. Excellently written.

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