The Alternative
The Alternative
In just twenty minutes,
The kids are all grown,
From cradle to college,
With kids of their own.
Still -
It beats the alternative.
Gray hair and wrinkles,
And routine inspections,
More aches and pains,
And pills and injections.
Still -
It beats the alternative.
You're given the news,
To your great dismay,
Another old friend,
Has just passed away.
Still -
It beats the alternative.
May ne'er come the day,
When the pain is so terrible,
That day-to-day life,
Is completely unbearable.
Then -
I'll take the alternative.
Copyright © Frederick Leeper | Year Posted 2021
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