Let the Good Times Roll
The twenty-somethings watch the clock.
They bide their time till it strikes five.
The work day's done. It's time to rock,
and suddenly they come alive.
They rush away into the night
to meet their friends and have some fun.
The world is theirs. The stars are bright.
Their nightly party has begun.
The sixty-somethings bide their time.
They're worn out and the clock seems slow.
The thought of rest is so sublime,
and home's the place they long to go.
Their nightly party is a meal,
a little TV, bath, and rest.
That warm, soft bed holds great appeal,
and early bedtime is the best.
The young and wild, the old and tame--
they all pursue one basic goal.
Although their lifestyles aren't the same,
each wants to let the good times roll!
April 29, 2016
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