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Life in general ain't always fair and it ain't always fun;
but it's always an experience.
It's what we decide to learn from it that counts.
My how time drags when we ain't havin' fun,
And yet seems to fly like a child on the run,
Whene'er we're at play or just lolling about,
Seems like no time at all and our time has run out.
Seems when we have time and the day's bright and sunny,
Our coffers are bare and we ain't got no money,
And when we got money and we're feelin' fine,
We got too much work and we ain't got no time.
When we're at work or we're laid up in bed,
When we're sick and we're tired and our life's filled with dread,
Time seems to drag, each day lasts a year,
As we lay there and moan with our eyes filled with tears.
Would that it would slow, let the fun last awhile,
And speed up 'stead of drag when we can't find our smile;
But that's just the way life is my friend,
It's a mixture of fun and pain in the end.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016
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