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Another rough week at work
But my feelings weren’t hurt
Life could be much worse
I’ve got a life, house, car, job, wife, and a kid to complain about
And my tires, heart, or knees didn’t give out
Though through all the rigamarole I still manage to fuss
So ungrateful for my blessings
Comparing my lot to other’s needlessly stressing
Over ‘what could have beens’ and 'what I think ‘should be’s’
Instead of thinking about the tangible inevitable realities
Sickness and death loom
Nobody’s prepared for a casket or the hospital operating room
Life’s about to chew and spit us out
But we still trying to keep up with the Jones’s - chasing clout
Fixing our lips in a constant pout
And foolishly worrying about
Things that don’t matter
Before you know, you won’t be able to control your own bladder
Seize the day, enjoy the sun and the rain
Soon you won’t be able to do either - get that through your thick brain!
The laundry, dishes, wiping and washing your own a$$!
On your death bed wishing you could still take out the trash!
The point I’m trying to imply
Is to enjoy everything while you’re still alive
