Why Tell Me About It

Why tell me about it when i know all too well
That everyone have their own life story to tell
The happier times we may like to recall
But the up and down days known to most if not all

Old Jim at the pub likes to talk of the day
When for him there was a huge loud hip hooray
When at the regional track and field championships he raced to renown
In the four hundred metres final to become the toast of the town

The man who proved himself in many a test
Never mentions the times when he was second best
The man has grown older but his ego intact
It is a thing that age does not weary and this is a fact

Why tell me about it when i know it is true
That the Karma in life we receive is our due
On such a matter you talk to the converted when talking to me
For this is how it is and it always will be

Why tell me about it since i already know
That from others respect do not expect to receive if respect to them you do not show
Though to the one you do fear you may say you are my friend
There are times in our lives when we have to pretend

Why tell me about it since i know all too well
That we will never hear our own funeral bell
It is a fact of life and fact never lie
That we are born as mortals and all mortals must die.