When we were young and life was fun,

We didn’t care, we had no clue.

What was there for us to learn,

In those days before we knew?

Soon we were warned about Big G.

Of mortal sin we lived in fear.

JC would save us from our woes.

The Holy Ghost may not appear.

Then came a man with sparkling eyes,

With silver tongue and many lies.

But you saw through his fake disguise,

And tales of how to live and die.

We searched for meaning of some kind.

Egoless with no false pride.

We left our worldly goods behind,

And travelled far and often wide.

We lazed on islands of the East,

And filled our lungs with pristine air.

We gorged ourselves on nature’s feast,

And other stuff we should not dare.

When the well it did run dry

We had not found the Holy Grail.

Back to the start we had to fly

But never thought that we did fail.

We worked and strove in boring ways,

To fill the pot again and dream

Of soon, when we would spend more days,

Wand’ring again, perchance to dream.

So this is life’s eternal search.

Back and forth we go and come.

The only one we have to teach,

Is our self, that life is fun.