Brentjp99 (completed)
Crosses
When we are young, we expect perfection in everything.
We know it as more than just a hope,
we know that as soon as we grow into our freedom, we will have it all:
Money.
That awsome BMW (M5, the turbo one). Two.
A beautiful wife; kids.
That great house. Oh, and where will the holiday house be? And all the places we will visit, the things that we will do and see. When we grow up to be big and strong.
We will be good at golf, ballet, surfing, we'll fly airplanes, fighter jets.
The dreams of the young are not dreams, to them
they are expectations.
As we get older, it dawns on us that perhaps some of it is just hope.
We won't become an astronaut (that's even amusing).
We won't fly fighter jets (but we could have if we'd *really* wanted to).
We've only had a few bad relationship experiences, we'll get it right (and play the damn field in the meantime YEAH!)
University is harder than we thought, but no matter, we'll get that top job soon.
We are fit, healthy, strong, but not as talented at ballet as we thought.
And we find we don't even like golf.
Expectations give way to grim determination.
Older still, approaching 40, and now Reality has worked over our desires,
as a gang of thugs has worked over the girl in the short skirt, who took a shortcut through the dark alley.
Now it's not funny anymore:
the mortgage on the small house,
we don't even have time for a sport anymore, we're spending too much time working at that crap job, that pays a lousy wage (how the fuck DID we end up in it?),
we'll get our health back as soon as we give up smoking (hell, it's easy, we've done it dozens of times already).
The fiancee has left. If you're lucky enough to date, they drop you as you're not Enough for them.
And there never were any kids.
And expectations, determination and hope?
They gave way to Life, as you know it.
"Rest in Peace
--- Gerhard Rossouw 1969 - 31/12/1996
--- Helena Rossouw 1971 - 31/12/1996
--- Henk Rossouw 1992 - 31/12/1996
God is Liefde"
Crosses
When we are young, we expect perfection in everything.
We know it as more than just a hope,
we know that as soon as we grow into our freedom, we will have it all:
Money.
That awsome BMW (M5, the turbo one). Two.
A beautiful wife; kids.
That great house. Oh, and where will the holiday house be? And all the places we will visit, the things that we will do and see. When we grow up to be big and strong.
We will be good at golf, ballet, surfing, we'll fly airplanes, fighter jets.
The dreams of the young are not dreams, to them
they are expectations.
As we get older, it dawns on us that perhaps some of it is just hope.
We won't become an astronaut (that's even amusing).
We won't fly fighter jets (but we could have if we'd *really* wanted to).
We've only had a few bad relationship experiences, we'll get it right (and play the damn field in the meantime YEAH!)
University is harder than we thought, but no matter, we'll get that top job soon.
We are fit, healthy, strong, but not as talented at ballet as we thought.
And we find we don't even like golf.
Expectations give way to grim determination.
Older still, approaching 40, and now Reality has worked over our desires,
as a gang of thugs has worked over the girl in the short skirt, who took a shortcut through the dark alley.
Now it's not funny anymore:
the mortgage on the small house,
we don't even have time for a sport anymore, we're spending too much time working at that crap job, that pays a lousy wage (how the fuck DID we end up in it?),
we'll get our health back as soon as we give up smoking (hell, it's easy, we've done it dozens of times already).
The fiancee has left. If you're lucky enough to date, they drop you as you're not Enough for them.
And there never were any kids.
And expectations, determination and hope?
They gave way to Life, as you know it.
"Rest in Peace
--- Gerhard Rossouw 1969 - 31/12/1996
--- Helena Rossouw 1971 - 31/12/1996
--- Henk Rossouw 1992 - 31/12/1996
God is Liefde"