Live life

Life isn’t easy.
You were born bald and ugly
Your birthday parties sucked
everyone made fun of you. 
You are 13 years old 
You are still ugly, but now you are fat too
and then came puberty 
you became anorexic skinny
your face full of pimples,
and nobody wants to date you 
You became old
you are 24 years old
fresh out of college 
with no money and no job.
You became even older
now you are 37 years old 
with a kid that won’t let you sleep at night 
and another baby on the way
four mouths to feed.
You became even older
now you are 65 years old
you are left alone
full of white hairs and wrinkles 
your teeth fell long time ago.
And there’s a quote I once heard
before I became theft and it said
“Life isn’t always perfect.
Life isn’t always easy. 
Life doesn’t always make sense,
but that’s the beauty of life.”
Now I’m 89 years old
and as I sit on my porsche
I remember the beauty of my life. 
 

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