As the world rotates and I get older,
With battle scars like that of a soldier,
I’ve won, I’ve lost; I’m still around,
Few tales to tell, some will astound.
Lost some friends along the way,
Life has lifed, yet like a cherry,
Progress, what else can I say?
I try to live with no worry.
Alas, I’m a single pringle, sir,
Things that make me happy, not as they were.
But I am so glad to still be here,
Life is good, even when it’s not fair.
The world will rotate another 365,
By jove! I’m super glad to be alive.