My view

The trouble with life is that you finish up dying,
and the trouble with death is that you just stop trying.
Trying dying classifying, don’t do that to us,
but try as you must you still feel the lust,
and it just ain’t just for a man like me.

I remember a time when I was young at heart,
and felt a part of the world as we know it.
Know it blow it, you just can’t show it’s the way to live,
but they won’t listen.

But if they listen to me they may just find,
the riddle of life that’s been left behind,
like the game of chess that’s played in the mind.
And to play with the mind is to find that it’s hard to combine
the things you were taught as a child, with the things you know now.

Like the pious old men in their stiff white collars,
who told you the truth if you paid them a dollar.
And the money you paid was money well spent,
because the things you learnt were the values that sent
your parents to church and to war.

But they spent more time at war than in church,
and who’s to say if thats better or worse.
Because the church teaches hate, while the war only kills,
the former for converts, the latter for thrills.

My view

Eric Henderson

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