1975 Poem by Marco Driver

1975, a year full of surprise
I was born,
The start of my charted demise

My first memory was at four,
Playing with my toys on the floor

At six, I discovered woman
Tempting like a billboard's slogan

At nine, I made my first real friend,
Shame that after five years, it came to an end

My first love was at eleven,
I was at school
Turned around
A slice of heaven

By fourteen I was a man,
Just another grain in life’s sand

At fifteen this life’s chapter,
Was served on a stale silver platter

The seventeenth year was one of shocks
Phantoms of the past visited me like regular clocks

At eighteen I left my country
As furtive as a mouse in a pantry

Nineteen, was the time of my second love
It lasted nine thunderous years
Then it flew away like a dove

From nineteen to twenty-eight
A period full of mistake
Wrong choices
Wrong voices
I am not a god, I am a man
Lived my life best I can

Now I’m thirty
Still with no posterity
I don’t know what’s around the corner
I could carry on being a stoner
But I know that is wrong
Destiny’s fingers are just too strong

Who knows?
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll find the answer
And live with no sorrow