Take Whats Given.

You know that old feeling when life throws you a curve,
Like hearing The Nolans when you asked for The Verve,
Your best mate's not coming but your neighbour is here,
You know he ain't friends he just wants the free beer.

Your girlfriend just dumped you in a long drawn out text,
She explains all the reasons but you'll just miss the sex,
Your Dad finally figures what your 'net history means,
And the next time he sees you he ain't full of beans.

For back in his day there was Playboy and Knave,
Not Milf's dressed in leather, wanting you as their slave, 
He is pissed that his mags seemed like pages of suffering,
And he comes in his hand as the page is still buffering.

Mother stands sighing at the large washing basket,
As she wistfully looks down at her Mum in a casket,
An urn that says Pyrex and some handfuls of dust,
Marks the end of an era and a lifetime of trust.

She gathers her thoughts as she picks up her undies,
From a basket of wash that will last till next Monday,
She sorts out the whites from the dark coloured jumpers
While dreading the school run its bumper to bumper.

In the lounge Grandads stunned, sitting in silence,
At the loss of his wife, life's heartless and violent,
Staring at pictures all faded and grey,
Black and white shadows of a past wedding day.

As a tear slowly falls down a cheek aged and furrowed,
He now knows his time, like his heart, was just borrowed,
On the mat at his feet the new baby cries,
As this craggy old man slowly lays back and dies.

And some place somewhere as Grandad slips away,
A new baby's cries mark the dawn of a day,
So let the dead do their dying while we do the living,
Spend your life as you want it and share what your given.