Smooth sailing as we’re throwing up over the railing?

“Just ride it out”, says my cheery wife,
“watch a video, write a verse
enjoy your late life without the strife!”
Until carted off in the hearse

But spared suffering, struggle & strife
how can humans live well in life?
If trivial coasting til last breath
we’re not alive before our death?

And how to pretend Life is smooth sailing
while throwing up bent over the railing?

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railing = here: a ship’s (hand) rail