Up early, do your dance.
Same steps like you're in a trance.
Monday starts, Fridays here.
Summer ends, Winters near.
Days fly by, weeks months too.
Everything changes but you.
Daughters taller, son learns more.
Talks get more interesting, tales of friends and gore.
Wife gets sexier, ages like wine.
Your belly keeps growing, creeping out with time.
So things DO change, are supposed to you know.
The world keeps spinning, no matter how fast you go.
Take it all in, if you have the chance,
Life is not a grind, its a beautiful Dance.
Same steps like you're in a trance.
Monday starts, Fridays here.
Summer ends, Winters near.
Days fly by, weeks months too.
Everything changes but you.
Daughters taller, son learns more.
Talks get more interesting, tales of friends and gore.
Wife gets sexier, ages like wine.
Your belly keeps growing, creeping out with time.
So things DO change, are supposed to you know.
The world keeps spinning, no matter how fast you go.
Take it all in, if you have the chance,
Life is not a grind, its a beautiful Dance.
-Aaron
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