Life is a song, though some might be wrong

Each day a line, ridiculous, sublime

Each month a verse, for better or worse

Each year a chorus, repeated to bore us

Life is a play, rehearsal, no way

Each day a scene what does it all mean

Each month an act another new pact

Each year a run another begun

Life is a movie a horror some say

Each day a take of boredom to break

Each month a set of cumulative debt

Each year in the can one more down the pan

Life is a sport, competitive support

Each day a ball to throw at us all

Each month a shield so that you don’t yield

Each year a trophy, a [catas]trophe

Life is for living, the meaning is so

Life is for sharing if only a mo

Life is so short so make of it you must

Life should be cherished before you are dust

Because…………………………..

Life is a b*tch

And then you die