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 you could lose sleep
Over night feeds
And not the reason your soul bleeds.