Life
Starts with love, at least for most
The best of times, if only we could remember
Then rules and tasks from those who know best
Learning, playing, character building pain
Uniformed sessions, odd days in the park
A memory ratio for adults to mock
Ambitions take hold, good job, nice house
Nose to the grindstone, piece of cake
Reality check, dreams cost the earth
A little adjustment back on track
Family crossroads or large roundabout
Nothing’s for certain the constant is doubt
Final destination, X marks the spot
This is me happy, so why am I not
Buy a new compass that’s my advice
Or find religion and re-roll the dice
End on a sermon, though you know it's too late
We all end up rhyming, no blame, call it fate
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