Arrivals and departures, both feelings shared
Happiness sadness who knows who cares?
Arrive into the world guided by parents
School then joins this guiding madness
Junior school a place to bond friendships
Teachers all friendly, bullies by the score
Confrontation happens head is sore
Black eyes by the dozen, who is keeping score?
Senior school arrives, guidance turns serious
Planning for life after school lessons happens
When leaving this World did you look back?
What happened to the straight and narrow path?
Find a job career path forgotten
Anything will do just let it happen
Arrival in a work and friendship environment
Same as school just more adult
Climb the ladder of success
Snakes and ladders a game to impress?
This arrival in work for a living is such a mess
Departing thoughts, you can only guess
Who to listen to who to follow
Where are the teachers we all used to know?
Thoughts about a golden rule
Departure will happen then all will end
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A potted history with potholes along the way. Finally, after the potholes are filled we shoot back to the Milky Way.+++10 Robert
Hi Robert, thank you for your wise comments.