Time Marching On – Hour Six

Difference

Is a hindrance

When you reach forty

And people get haughty

About your single status

Your creative hiatus

Your dislike of their children…

 

So you try to keep it within

Stop yourself asking when they became so boring

So you have to just sigh

And ask yourself why

You can’t just bloody join them?

And things would be so much easier then.

 

You know –  easier to blend,

Easier to make a friend

Easier to fit into their social events

Easier to have more small talk and less rants and vents

And you could have a mortgage too

To stop you feeling blue

About anything too serious

And deep

And you could lose sleep

Over night feeds

And not the reason your soul bleeds.

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