..and though I tried not to
I cried all the way through
Bambi,
oh ****
and what does that make me?

I lied
or was it led
anyhow
I lost the thread
what was I saying?

She's praying for my sanity
but that's just her and my,
dare I say, vanity?
yes I dare.
and yet
She's still there for me
through thick and thin
She knows how I'll be

She's a magician
or a witch.

It doesn't seem fair
that I'm in my seventieth year
but I shouldn't be
complaining

some didn't make it this far.

So
I'll grin and bear it
wear it like a scar
hidden
underneath
this suit of armour.

Amorphous is the shape of things to come.

I know that it's Saturday
but it makes
no never mind to me
because
that lot have me working
until well after three.

I should be fishing on the Lune
or
swimming in the bay,
but the powers that be
don't want me
to enjoy Saturday anymore

It's not because you want it to
but time moves on
what can you do?

but move with it.

We watch the clock
the clock watches too
time moves on
what can you do?

..and this was the day
they called it my Birthday
but they
were sixty nine years off,

see
people can't count anymore
and people won't even open the door
for ladies anymore

what a time to be alive.