Brady Scott

I turned fifty this year and it doesn't seem real
The face in the mirror conflicts with how old I feel.
The male pattern baldness - the bags under my eyes,
The grey hairs in my goatee are no longer a surprise.
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Boy girl meet, boy girl date. Blink.
They fall in love, the girl is late. Blink.
Married with child now and on with life. Blink.
He works hard, she mother and wife. Blink.
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If you ever get to look at the sea,
You might see boats and ships sailing on me.
On the beach you may find shells or sharks teeth,
But have you ever wondered what goes on underneath?
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Squirrel in the garden, squirrel up the tree
Squirrel on the fence post looking at me.
With your fluffy grey fur and your bushy bushy tail
how do you climb the tree bark?
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It was the day before Christmas
In an old English town.
The streets were white, the air was cold
And all the leaves had fallen down.
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I'm out in the playground waiting for school
There's Justin over there acting the fool.
He's swearing and talking about smoking no doubt.
I just don't get it what is that all about?
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The smell of summer hangs in the air
Carried along by the breeze.
The sky is blue and the weather is fair
As we head for the coasts and seas.
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It's dark in the jungle in the heat of the night
Where crickets are singing and bats take flight
An owl swoops past - after rodents that creep
Lying still in a tree the Lioness is asleep.
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Summertime, sand castles and seaside jollies
Sunshine, sunscreen and melting ice lollies
The feel of the sand as it slips through your toes
The smell of the air as it goes up your nose.
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