I think it comes to all of us
But only now and then,
That we're fed-up with everything
And want to pack in it.
When other people tell you
About their aches and pain
But never seem to notice
They've never heard you complain.
Because you grin and bare it
Without a whimper or moan
You keep all that to yourself
Until you get back home.
And that's when you consider,
Although things may be tough,
You do still have your life to live
And for now that is enough.