Better Figure It Out Soon Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Take a rock and throw it up at the moon
all of life passes to soon
before we figure out we're dying

People cry and and try to figure out why
just in time to ask one another
if we were really trying

Pick up a newspaper, turn the page
Hey young feller, act your age
try to figure out whose honest and who is lying

Don't feel lonely for yourself
and let others sit upon a shelf
somewhere there is another heart for you crying


Don't be sad or mad or had or caught up in a new fad
Just enjoy the last drink of life that you have
and be glad if someone else is buying

Look in a mirror and try to find some cheer
better off being glad you're here
anyway, you're tired of looking at you sighing


Better hurry up and get started
Before all your dreams are departed
that's what I am implying