We are born, we live, we dieall in their own good time. And then we hope when life is over to heaven's gate we climb. All of us hope to get there the easiest we can, But unfortunately life happens-and the fur hits the fan. I was not any differenthad hope to get me throughBut this and that got in the wayprobably the same as you. I had the usual problemsthat is the way life goes. For now I won't write in verses; for now I will write in prose.