The Place That Really Matters

Someone has written a little tongue-in-cheek piece about living our lives in reverse. “Life is tough,” it begins…

It takes a lot of your time,
all your weekends,
and what do you get at the end of it?
Death! — A great reward.

I think that the life-cycle is all backwards.
You should die first — get it out of the way.

Then you live twenty years in an old age home.
You get kicked out when you’re too young.
You get a gold watch.
You go to work.

You work forty years
until you’re young enough
to enjoy your retirement.

You go to college.
You play, you party,
until you’re ready for high school.

You become a little child.
You have fun.
You have no responsibilities.

You become a baby.
You go back into the womb.

You spend your last nine months…