Are You Leaving?

And I'll ask you today, would you like me to guess what your future will hold, like a good game of chess, you must choose very soon how you'll pay for your bread when you lay down MY spoon you will need to be fed. At the ripe age of thirty you must stand on your feet, you can get your hands dirty, it is time that you meet real life and its pleasures and also its pains, as society measures, in the end, what it gains from each worker and peasant from each tradesman and teacher, but your life can be pleasant, I will show you some features all you need do is choose, do not listen to voices, that will tell you to use some unethical choices. What is given in debt by the agents of state you must put in your hours and be one with your mate. Be it sunshine or showers or a mystery fate. Well, then listen to me: Would you like to be baker, or a butcher or tailor, or a candlestick maker, or a soldier and sailor? Maybe dentist or doctor, university proctor, or a fiddler, musician, undertaker, beautician? There are so many options and you must be prepared to accept some disruption, 'cause our leaders declared that the servants are US, and that they take the money, after sixty-five plus you'll have milk and sweet honey, really, never you mind that this world is so strange, just get off your behind and get going, arrange for your future today what will feed you tomorrow, it is all quite okay and there should be no sorrow. 'Cause whatever you choose I will sit in my chair, like a tired old moose, with my silver gray hair. Let me say, he who climbs up the steps of success has a father who rhymes your adventures, no less.