A Gentle Few

Welcome my son, it's been so very long I doubt that you're here to surrender The disappointing days I suffered at your age Are more than I'd care to remember Before you throw the towel and turn your engines out Don't expect to spit all that you tasted from your mouth After all you've seen, the most you'll hope to be Is pretending to be a pretender The years that I've been through, I've met a gentle few Who say that they love and they mean it Others that I met, they're decent folks I guess But all that they love is achievement The swagger and the dress, the trappings of success The butter and the milk is what it takes to get ahead Any given night, you'll catch them dead to rights Paintin' their name on the ceilin' Remember in the end, that many of your friends Would rather be dead than uncertain They want a simple yes, but even better yet A promise that the next life is perfect I promise that it's not, then what have they got Only fifty years they never gave a moments thought Anyone they find that tells them otherwise They'll follow him backwards and shirtless Welcome my son, it's been so very long I doubt that you're here to surrender