Transferred attention some where else Then lost my train of thought, Added an item to my list Of stuff I should have bought. Forgot to say those silly things That make it all worth while, And found myself in jockey shorts With a lost and vacant smile.
Left the toothbrush in the toilet And the razor in the lounge, Fed the dog the ****** cat food And the goldfish had to scrounge. Woke up early on the weekend And slept in late for work, Is it really any wonder That my wife has gone beserk ?
Distracted moments come and go As life progresses on, But in these periods of bewilderment Have I come or have I gone ? The confusion is annoying It's like emerging from the mist And embarrassed explanations Leave my kid's expression ******.
Conversations breeze along I'm having trouble with the terms The children utter gibberish Which I've no desire to learn. My old friends speak in whispers Quite impossible to hear And the clink of moving cutlery Keeps dinner parties from my ear.
I guess a change is needed Maybe, a less demanding day, Where physicality is really secondary Where exhaustion doesn't play. Where the bodies limitations Are tempered to the task And a moderated output Is, perhaps, the best that you can ask.
I've lost my sense of humour The world is racing by too fast, This mobile phone's a nightmare And ****** TV remotes I'm past. And whatever happened to coffee At my favourite Bridge cafe ? Now the order is for decaff, No cream, half strength, moccha frappe !!
Age is such a ****** It's asset is it's stealth, One moment you're a titan The next you've lost your health. One moment you've got flowing locks The next you're bald and grim, Is it any ****** wonder That growing old is such a sin.
Marshalg Grumping@theBach Mangere Bridge 10 August 2009