And they call this living?

We start off young and confused,

and end up broken, confused, and old.

In between,

you get kicked and slapped,

punched and spit on,

but if you're lucky

you've managed to make a few friends,

and found something to laugh at,
in between the blows.

And you're luckier still
if you managed not to join the mob who gave you a thrashing.