Born at a very early age…
My Mother knows that best…
I grew and grew until the stage…
I had to wear a vest…
There was a time I wore a cap…
When I left home for school…
Yet didn't look a happy chap…
My word, that wasn't cool…
When I left school, I sure was glad…
But fate I couldn't shirk…
I lost the freedom I once had…
The day I started work!
There was no choice, no choice at all…
In fact, I thought it dire…
It really drove me up the wall…
Until I could retire…
And now I live, a man alone…
No girlfriend, bride or wife…
Time's gone so fast that now I moan…
WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LIFE! ?
Denis Martindale October 2019.
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