Raconteur - Memories

Sitting silently on the arm chair,
You, your days of black hair,
Free fruits from the trees,
Humming along with honey bees,
The rush in the college canteen,
The generous intakes of alcohol and nicotine,
The joyride to your first job,
Your colleague Smith, your boss Bob,
Three cheerful children, a beautiful wife,
Oh! What a wonderful life!
But, not all is over yet,
A dry death,
You still gotta get.