Life, love, a kangaroo pouch and the rock in the surf of life
You live like in a kangaroo pouch that you keep flying out of.At a certain age you should be a bit wiser - an "old" wise man (not to be confused with an old white man), wise, blessed with experience.Well, you can try, that's how it starts and then you live in this sack from which you occasionally fly out and land on your nose, you can also call it ... call it "life" for short.