I've Taken My Licks
Our lives are like a Sugar Daddy Sucker,
Where each new day we get one lick.
Most days are sweet but oft we pucker,
Finding tartness as we near the stick.
We find some licks filled with madness,
On others the caramel we taste.
Some licks start with joyful gladness,
But later with sadness, licks are laced.
Adversity is a certainty so we tolerate,
For each day isn't filled with glowing.
When taste is waning its growing late,
It's about finished, if stick is showing.