Maybe Life Is Humbug Poem by John Anderson

I've heard that life is humbug
I've heard that it's a breeze
I've heard what makes the world go 'round
Is nothing to make you sneeze

And when I asked my neighbor friend
Grizzled, gray, and wise
A headache started forming
He began to rub his eyes

'Life can be long,
Life can be short
Life can be in-between, ' he said
'Full of joy or anger
An ogre furious and mean'

So then I thought how my life would unfold
Like I was watching it on a screen
It started many emotions
That made me want to scream

What do I do with my life?
To ensure a successful tomorrow
Should I run off to school with my books?
Or marry the preacher's daughter?

Should my job be nine-to-five?
With a receptionist pretty and bright?
Maybe I should marry her?
Or is that a passing flight?

Should I look for a gravedigger's shift?
Obscured from the pressures of day
I've always stayed up late
Although I've never worked that way

When I think of the people who've died
And also the people who've lived
Why couldn't they have written it down?
All that they wanted to give

Maybe life is humbug
It's certainly not a breeze
I need someone to talk to me
And tell me the answer please