Sometimes Life Hits You

Might be a nice life, with coffee, and friends you can call/

might have a Shakespeare collection, and might have read them all/

might have a family that made you, nicer than some folks had/

Might have a family that you made, that isn’t half bad/

You can build up your armor, against what life brings/

You can dodge when life kicks, and you can duck when life swings/

You can outsmart all sadness, and outfight with the best/

But sometimes life hits you like a chisel in the chest/

and you say/ Ow, fuck, that hurt (3x)/

There’ll be something sometime / That makes you feel like you’re dyin’/

You’re gonna have yours, and I’m gonna have mine/

Might have a nice home, with flowers, and cool modern loot /

Might have a sweet job, short hours, and an easy commute/

Could have a partner, feel lucky, with best love and wishes/

Cute kittens and puppies and tropical fishes/

You can quote from philosophers, or bibles or songs /

That find hope in the hopeless, and find right in the wrongs /

You can wear art and wisdom like a bulletproof vest

But sometimes life’ll hit you like a hammer to the chest, then you’ll say/

Ow, fuck, that hurt (3x)/

One day it’s just your time, to feel like you’re dyin’/

You’re gonna have yours, and I’m gonna have mine/

You think anybody who ever lived got thru and enjoyed it?/

Oh but somehow you, yeah right, you’re gonna avoid it?/

You can buy full insurance against fire and theft /

And you can zig to the right and you can zag to the left /

 No bad health, bad break ups, or bad luck or death /

But life will hit you / someday, somehow / like a chainsaw to the chest /

And you will say… Ow, fuck, this hurts.