Take stock of your life

The good and the bad

The highs and the lows

The luck that you had


Take stock of your life

The twists and the turns

The ups and the downs

The lessons you learned


Take stock of your life

The truths and the dares

The ebbs and the flows

The love that you shared

There is no when or where

There is no why or how

There only is this day

Lived in the here and now


There is no what or which

There is no whom or whose

There only is this day

To live the way we choose

Hello again frogman

I'm back here in the sea

Where you are always missed

As well as well can be


Hello again old man

I'm right here next to you

Where we can have a chat

So now long overdue


Hello again frogman

I'm back here in the brine

Where we will ever bathe

In mirth both yours and mine

There is no place I'd rather be

Then right here with my younger twin

This is best place I have found

Of all the places I have been


There is no place I'd rather stay

Then right here with the ones who care

This is the best place I have lived

In places neither here nor there


There is no place I'd rather die

Then right here where I'm meant to be

This is the best place I have known

My place to grow old happily

My mind is filled with wolfish howls

Enraged as bloody hounds from hell

It wants to take me to that place

Where painlessness and comfort dwell


My mind is filled with foamy growls

Inflamed as rabid dogs gone mad

It wants to make me use again

Where any good left turns out bad

We all get our last moments

Final thoughts before we leave

Some die slow others quickly 

All pass on without reprieve


We all have our last moments

Lagging thoughts soon departed

Some have more time than others

All end up where they started

Greedy, gluttonous, out-of-touch

See the fat-cat despots gorging

Hoggish, immoral, out to lunch

See the evil they are forging


Ruthless, villainous, slash-and-burn

See the well-off tyrants snatching

Callous, atrocious, on the prowl

See the shell games they are hatching


Artful, dishonest, on the grift

See the two-faced hustlers drooling

Piggish, self-seeking, off the rails

See the farmland they are ruling

Evil is as evil does

Round and round and round it goes

Evilness is everywhere

Nicely wrapped in pretty bows

Real hocus pocus charm

A bullet twixt the eyes

Presto alakazam

An ugly pack of lies 


Fake sorcery for fools

A tricky sleight of hand

Abracadabra hats

For heads deep in the sand

Life can be savage

So hard and unfair

Life can be gentle

A breath of fresh air


Life can be tender

So soft and sublime

Life can be fickle

An up-and-down climb


Life can be stony

So cruel and unjust

Life can be funny

A dream made of dust

There is no doubt

The god myth reeks

An ego trip

For stone-blind freaks

I'm sick to death of life itself

A man who roved right to the end

I've reached the final lap in life

And now must find a way to mend


I want to run away and hide

A child who wants to have his way

I've raced along the rainbow road

And now must limp in shades of grey


I'm on the outs with life itself

A man who knows when he is beat

I've reached the point of no return

And now must face the last defeat

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