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It's been eight long years I am married to my wife,
that licenses me to write about life,
life is a this and life is a that,
it's a simple case, of tit for tat,
life is a race that leaves us red in the face,
it's like a meanie who is upon your case,
if you have the money,it could be fun,
but it could have you looking down the barrel of a gun.
It's true it teaches, each one of us,
whether we take it easy or make a fuss,
then one day you go on to think it's made you wise,
but then suddenly, bang, boom! surprise!
It wasn't so much as a bee had farted,
but from the top you find yourself right where you started,
if you take it well it could be nice,
but even then you got to pay the price,
it sure drives us with eternal thirst,
but with each passing breath we must pay the price first.
In the end when it's all done and told,
make sure you have nice stories when you get old,
may be you will always win, maybe get a trophy,
or like me you may sit and write philosophy,
one way or the other, life will be heaven or hell, but in the end it really matters if we lived it well.