LIFE? IT'S THE PITS

Life's a bowl of sour cherries. It's the pits. It builds you up, then lets you fall like Humpty Dumpty on the wall. The joke is when life's through with you, you don't even have a broken yolk to prove that you were there. Who ever said that life is fair?

Life welcomes you, then runs you out of town. When your walls come tumbling down, you're buried among the bones of lost souls confined to lonely, lifeless big black holes.

What you've gained in life you lose in death. No more to take one final breath of perfumed air, to share a rare, enchanted night, romance by starlight unde a full moon, listen to or sing a happy tune.

Death comes to all all too soon. You rarely have the time to cry, to say goodbye before you die.