As I get older I ponder the meaning of life.
I watch myself grow older as well my wife.
We are born young and live wild and free.
It seems like only yesterday I swung on the oak tree.
We graduate from school and fall in love.
Everything seems so right as life fits like a glove.
Children are born and the cycle of life begins again.
Then our parents die and we pray for their souls, amen.
We grow old and watch our children have babies too.
But as our grandchildren grow older, we see them no more, leaving us blue.
We grow and feel neglected and forgotten.
And we wonder why this life ends so rotten.
We die and get buried six feet in the ground.
Then people tramp above me on my burial mound.
People I hadn't seen in years appear with great skill.
For only one reason: to see if they're in my will.
But little do they know they will suffer my same fate.
Life passes in an instant, so don't procrastinate.