The Real World
In the real world people help each other,
Not only through hard times with love do we offer,
But rejoicing together in life’s grandest coffers.
Those that strain for the world I’ve noticed,
Seem to be out of touch with family and friends.
Oh yes, maybe an occasional card they may send.
I worry ample means may have chilled their veins,
For they fret their new furniture or deep carpet might stain,
Not inviting life in, the almighty dollar reigns.
Yes, people do suffer with all sorts of pains,
But in the real world our soul we do gain.
It’s the distant viewers that lose the game.
No one escapes this life alive or takes with them a cent,
So I pray, “Before my time is up may all be given or lent,"
Lest my Landlord in Heaven charges me rent!
In the real world people help each other,
Not only through hard times with love do we offer,
But rejoicing together in life’s grandest coffers.
Those that strain for the world I’ve noticed,
Seem to be out of touch with family and friends.
Oh yes, maybe an occasional card they may send.
I worry ample means may have chilled their veins,
For they fret their new furniture or deep carpet might stain,
Not inviting life in, the almighty dollar reigns.
Yes, people do suffer with all sorts of pains,
But in the real world our soul we do gain.
It’s the distant viewers that lose the game.
No one escapes this life alive or takes with them a cent,
So I pray, “Before my time is up may all be given or lent,"
Lest my Landlord in Heaven charges me rent!
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