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The Facts of Life
The hardest part's not growing up,
It's growing old.
The toughest part's not facing life,
It's facing facts.
Life's path is not the same for all,
If truth be told,
Some lives are lived in words
And some in acts.
Life's a play and we the players,
The world's our stage
And parts are purely improvised.
No lines to learn,
The plot unfolds as we proceed
From page to page
Making entrances and exits
Each in its turn.
How long the show we're in will run,
No one can say.
We perform and execute our parts
As best we can.
And when we reach the final scene
That ends the play,
The final fact we'll face will be
How well it ran.
Copyright ©
Jim Slaughter
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