Marriage is your solace; marriage is your death
Cancer's gonna kill you; you feed it with your breath
Kids are what you're here for; kids will let you down
Rocks fill up the sandy soil creating dry hard ground
You lived to grow the plants; now plants will live on you
If God could invent irony, He'd create world peace, too
Weird things fell from outer space, a long long time ago
Some of them you use each day; others sit below
Waiting for their time to bloom, or blow up as ordained
Not so much on schedule, but one day just the same