Knock Knock - Poem by Andrew O'Donoghue
Knock knock, I woke from my life, 'who’s there', in a tired sleepy voice.
'It’s me 20 years past', the young voice recoiled.
'What do you want? ' I wondered surprised.
'To find how my life went? I’m young and have lots of dreams'.
'Okay, for now, only 40 years been”.
'Ooh! Only Ok then', Young me seemed queer incensed.
“I hoped for more, but guess it makes sense, where both still young and too self obsessed”.
“Yep, maybe try next door that’s 20 years on, things might be better, for you to explore”!
“Well thank you”, the door said, “I hope I had fun but to be honest I’m sad your now just a Bum”!
I sat back and thought that was an odd chat, I better do something this day and forthwith.
Or feel really guilty in 20 years time. I must work harder to be happy and shine.
I promise myself at 60 to impress! or leave a sign up, building for rent!
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