Life is tough.
It takes a lot of your time, all your weekends,
And what do you get at the end of it?
Death—a great reward.
I think that the life cycle is all backwards
You should die first, get it out of the way.
Then you live twenty years in an old-age home.
You are kicked out when you are too young.
You get a gold watch; then you go to work.
You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement
You go to college,
And you party until you’re ready for high school.
You become a little kid, you play, you have no responsibilities.
You become little boy or girl.
You go back into the womb,
And you spend your last nine months floating.
Until you finish off as a gleam in someone’s eye.
(Adapted from a poem entitled, Reverse Living, author unknown.)