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