At ten, it’s
dolls and teddy bears for Daddy’s little girl,
lessons, school and tic-tac-toe,
whispered nights with friends, a childish social whirl,
wondering if your tits will ever grow.
pimples make you wish you’d not been born at all,
star crushes, Johnny’s friendship ring,
a tantrum in
the bedroom when that boy refused to call,
and Mum who
says they only want one thing.
life gets serious, as does the guy next door,
night, a honeymoon sublime,
a baby boy,
and then you’re having twins at twenty-four,
how you’ll ever find the time.
twenty-five, you feel like life has simply passed you by,
all the day and every night,
sometimes he comes home from work and looks you in the eye,
and for a
little while, the world seems right.
drive them here and there, and drive their friends of course,
cook and cleaner, that’s your stead,
shows your bum looks like the back end of a horse,
no wonder he
ignores you now in bed.
thirty-five, they’re busy now, and need to be alone,
the house and watch the daytime shows,
again today, and no-one calls you on the phone,
cares, and no-one even knows.
doesn’t matter, been there – done that – bought the shirt,
the game and did it for the team,
through the main course, now it’s time to have dessert,
chocolate cake, with champagne-flavored cream!
sun will shine anew, enjoy yourself and rage,
begins at forty – that’s today,
so open up
your arms and grab a hold of “middle age”
the work - now get out there and play!
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