It takes a long time to figure out what you're really all about,

There's no definitive guide book that takes a frank look, and explains the mysteries of life,

You just have to, "Go in blind," and kind of work it out,

And face and embrace with good grace, its pleasures and its strife.

 

There's no guarantee that you'll see' "Three score years and ten,"

No end date to state or indicate, how much time you're given,

So you just have to trust there'll be enough between now and then,

And go, "All in," and begin the complex task of living.

 

There'll be fears, tears and, "Three cheers for the years," as each birthday appears,

Those you'll lose and those you'll treasure' as you try to work it out,

Sorrow and pleasure in equal measure, as you travel down the years,

You'll dance with elation, suffer frustration and wrestle hard with doubt.

 

But don't be afraid 'cos the cards still get played, and you have to accept your hand,

It's an unfair game but all the same, you've got to play it out,

Don't frown as you, "Double down," and hope it all goes as planned,

And let rip with every last chip 'til you're forced to say, "I'm out!"