... And ye shall receive!!

I was walking down by the river
At a place I used to go
At a time when I was a much much younger man
Maybe 5 or 6 years old

And as I was standing there drinking in nature's beauty
Something kind of caught my eye
It was a crumpled up old discarded potato chip bag
That I saw as it went drifting by

And I thought to myself as that potato chip bag
Drifted slowly out of sight
And I said out loud to no one in particular
What a perfect metaphor for life

As a man of some experience
Who has lived through some hard times
I've been discarded just like that old potato chip bag
By a string of vengeful wives