46 today 47 tomorrow
A life that's had highs and lows
Will it feel different? I doubt it no
I can drink, smoke and vote
The smoke I'll pass I'd probably choke
I can marry, err no I tried that one
Don't think my heart could break again
So I can be straight or gay! Now there's a thought
Im sorry guys your not my sort
The world you see is pretty much my oyster
I just lack direction as I get older
Younger days now that was fun
The postman used to think I was a stud
As cards galore the day before
St Valentines to my door
Reality was not quite the same
It to just another day
Now it's different really quite strange
As friends ask What you doing today?
What's planned? Your single now so party man!!!
Sometimes I just don't think I can
Depression you see has become my friend
He visits me around such times
Like the ex wife a parasite
For years it's raised its woeful head
Really ! Wish I'd stay in bed
Well 815 that Sunday morn to a cold world I was born
I have seen wars and famine disaster and greed
Nations bring others to their knees
So the plan is simple all I want
Just to see my daughters for an hour
I can't wait to get the cards that they have made
Means more since they have gone away
Then a cuddle that could make my cry
But they can't see as I just smile.
So go think a while on what you have
Your world may not be so bad
Look into your lovers eyes
Hug you kids, hold them tight.
Oh if your out tomorrow night
Tie one on for me alright x