When I was a young man tired of thirty three;
I thought there was something else owed to me!
Yet barely had I just seen the open sea;
And still quite beside myself for company!
Stealing a middle aged fool of forty five;
Feeling all cocky and cool to survive!
Hadn’t gone to school to learn to thrive;
Just sat on a stool and drank myself alive!
It was a tormented soul what found fifty six;
Fore-mentioned goal, never added to the mix!
My life had become a set of illusions and tricks;
No found net conclusions for an intricate fix!
It wasn’t until I’d turned completely sixty two;
That I’d finely learned how neatly what to do!
Sorrow should have burned, discreetly up and through;
Tomorrow can be earned, or be deeply burying you!