Road Trip
An actuary does the math
And figures out the time
Each person gets to live his life
Before he leaves his prime.
Of course, an average doesn’t mean
That everyone’s the same,
So some of us will stay alive
Beyond statistic’s claim.
Yet knowing what I know, as years
Accumulate and pass,
The time to travel’s NOW before
Death bites me in the ass.
And so I pack my bags, a road trip
Waiting ‘round the bend,
Some sights to see we haven’t seen
Is what we do intend.
The actuary’s formula
May hold a lot of truth,
But even I can do the math
When I subtract my youth!
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