Category: Music

First Month Fears

You are the first month of the year

You represent hope

Is that too romantic?

Is it a trope?

Are you forgiven because you are near?

Are you hated because you are here?

January, you offer so much

In the stakes

Eleven more months

To make mistakes

We buy into the twelve month thing

We buy into time if we dare

Seasons are truthful

Can’t lie there

But

It’s all one big year really

Look at the big picture

Four seasons

That’s all we really need to know

‘What’s Another Year‘

As Johnny Logan used to say

Don’t take it too seriously

Take this year day by day.

Can We Go Now?

I’ve been here before in this space

Between a rock and a very hard place

I don’t want to stay

Like a rat in a corner

Trapped and alone

When there’s no way out

Can we go now?

That’s two hours I’ll never get back

And I think we should scarper

Can we go now?

I’m starting to feel out of whack

This thing’s run it’s course

Can we go now?

It all seemed like the perfect dream

Turned into a nightmare scene

Looking at that clock

I swear the hands never moved

Frozen in time

It’s like watching paint dry

Can we go now?

This isn’t fun, nor is quirky

A watched pot won’t boil

Can we go now?

You said we could leave by two thirty

Let us head for the hills

Can we go now?

I Am Alive

At first I was afraid

I was mortified

Kept thinking I could never live

Without my nine to five

But then, you put me in a home

You thought that you’d got rid of me

But I’ll be fine

It’s pay back time

So now just go

Walk out the door

You’ve locked me up now

Because I’m almost ninety four

Well, I’d rather go to bed

After t.v bingo game

If you don’t get out this instant

I’ll hit you with my zimmer frame

So yes, just go,

I’ll laugh the last

That nice male nurse will be due soon

To give another long bed bath

I cared for you- I gave you love

I gave you all my precious years

But now you happily ignore

All my tantrums and my tears

So just get out

Don’t try to weep

You put me out with all the rubbish

Threw me onto the scrap heap

But if you really want to cry

Look at my new will today

Because I’ve left every single penny

To the R.S.P.C.A

I am alive!