Dream Life
Born in mid april at the start of spring.
Brought to life, just as the birds return to sing.
Picture perfect holidays with the promise of the suns warm rays.
Eternal bliss reclining on a poolside chaise.
Born in mid evening on a hot august night.
The sun is slowly fading as a couple starts to fight.
Only promise coming is that leaves are goiing to fall.
You cry for comfort as they wheel you out into the hall.
Fortunate sons dine on a silver platter.
While desperate ones keep falling off the bottom of the ladder.
One takes a wife while the other spends his days in strife.
You get the picture? They're both living a dream life.
Sunday morning comes along to call upon the Lord.
One Rolles up in luxury, one in a beat up old Ford.
Thank heaven theres still room for both to get in through the door.
Where salvation waits for both, but only one will pray for more.
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