or blame it for my lateness.

I never thought I'd work in an office,

or have a secretary I called Miss.

I never thought I'd drive a car,

or complain about how it runs.

I never thought I'd bitch about Gas Prices,

Cigarettes, The Government, or Guns.

I never thought I'd write a book,

or read one not full of pictures.

I never thought I'd make love,

or dream about it when mischievous.

I never thought I'd buy a tie,

let alone be wearing one.

I never thought of the day I'd die,

or religions, spectacles, the affects of the sun.

I never dreamed of a million dollars,

for more than a lifetime of bubble gum.

I never thought I'd cry,

over the death of a loved one.

But as we grow up,

these things do occurr.

Our lives change,

untill our vision blurs.

Our hair falls out,

or turns whitish gray.

Our skin begins to droop,

clothes wrinkled or frayed.

Our organs begin to fail,

and we die off every day.

The face of death not bones in a robe,

but that nice clerk at the gate.

At the gates to reincarnation,

where our souls will be reborn.

The iridecent lights,

surrounding our new form.

Born into new bodies,

born into new worlds.

To start all over again,

to learn this old worlds scorns......

I never thought I'd bitch about traffic....

- Justin V.C. (bored at work on a wednesday)