You were born
don´t ask me why
as an infant
you scream and cry

soon you grow
and go to school
you don´t like it
so you play the fool

as a teenager
you get pimples
and wants to be a rebel
you hate to play the trumpet
so you don´t do it well

then you became an adult
you work hard
and drink a lots of beer
gambling with the devil
you don´t feel any fear

one night you wake up
as a husband and a father
you´re a family man now
just like all the other

years pass by
and you go through middle age crises
50 years now, divorced
 boozing like hell
you get a new image
that don´t fit you to well

but somehow you survive
and get old and tired
sitting in the wheelchair
thinking of the boss
 who got you fired
soon you die
still wondering
Why?

P.G