That Day

That day has arrived The one I thought will never come Oh! Not for him at list For he’s the greater one of all, Oh! The black dark cloud fell I used to sit outside the house, The one I used to call a home, With the man who made it whole And talk about the tricks of life, “My child” he often said “Life is not a rocking chair, If you want to make it big in life Climb the rocks it throws at you That way you’ll bit the ousts” Yes I miss the good old days, But today that same old chair Gives me nothing but lonely dreams, The big day arrived For me to call it quits And start to form a list, Of thing I’ll do onwards, From sowing scats to learning quads That way holly troops will fall And I’ll be pointed to a direction. That crazy day perched When every one’s head is pink And every one is soon to Greek Unless you give your self a check And try to find a decent job. That final date landed For those who plaid the game of life For life is now, tomorrow gone And then you’ll have to leave behind The ones you love and work undone But then you know you plaid your part.