born a valley boy,proudly thrive,
emigrated age of five,
south african childhood,hard and rough,
father died, mam had enough.
came back here at age of twelve,
lots of memories, some i'd shelve.
joined the paras after school
violent times a fighting fool,
marriage, children, settled down,
wild with life, my thorny crown.
widower, but courting strong,
reflecting on what i've done wrong.
eventful life of happy, sadness,
mixed with self indulgent madness.
but now i live a different rule,
older, wiser, no ones fool,
life is good, sometimes cruel,
eventful life.....my writing tool.