Old Age And Revenge Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Old age and Revenge.
woke up one morning distressed….I was forty
end of youth no way to stretch it any further.
I didn´t go to work on that day, began drinking
at eleven, thought of face lift and new hair,
the day became loop sided and I woke up next
morning in a woman´s bed, I don´t think
anything untoward happened because she had
union- jack knickers on, served me hot tea.
I woke up one morning distressed… I was sixty
knew at last I was an adult, so much so I went to
work that day, at the office the gave me cakes
and joked about my age. The boss gave me
a watch, which I think he had bought at a jumble
sale and a fortnight later he fired me.
I woke up one morning….happy, I was seventy and
my former boss has died.