My life is nearly over, yet it has only just begun
I feel like F******G off and sitting in the sun
The first ten years were childhood
the next ten then were teens
twenty something treacle
30, I was running out of beans
My forties were my favourite because I did Jack Shit
now with 50 looming I don't know where I should sit!
Should I get my medallion or powerful motor bike?
I'm more of a pipe and slippers man
I could become a Yorkshire tyke.
Wales is my straitjacket
Wales has sent me mad
It's about time I freed myself
and became really, really bad.
You know it's not going to happen
You know it's not on the cards
because I am a self pitying blogger
who thinks he is one of the bards.
William Topaz McGonagall
would shudder at my shitty attempts,
Failed Poet, Failed Playwright, Failed Lover
Failed Mover, Failed Shaker.
Let's face it
if you haven't made it by forty nine
it's time for you to go and sign
on.
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