If stress
Is caused
By giving
A fuck
Then
I’m very glad
I don’t
Under Pressure
I need time
To think it through
She said
It’s not that cut
And dried
Well you need
To hurry up
He said
As time’s not on
Our side
The Wisdom Of Age
The older I get
She said
I’ve realised
That the timing
Will never be right
You’ve just got to go for it
She said
And to not
Be so uptight
“You Can’t Stand Me Now”
Something of a hero
In your teens
The subject of many
Young girls dreams
Yet here you are now
Bloated and aging
With that yellowing skin
And cholesterol raging
So it’s hard to see you
As you once were
When that rakish charm
Caused quite the stir
Yet it’s not really you
That I feel sorry for
It’s all those young girls
Who don’t dream anymore
‘They Fuck You Up…’
I’ve always felt
Misunderstood
Wrong, somehow
And not much good
But I’ve come to learn
As I have aged
I wasn’t born this way
I was made
Going Grey
Time’s tide
Is unforgiving
Not for the dead
But upon the living
Waiting For Death
Time
eventually
takes it toll
On our
bodies and
our minds
Should we
take that
daily stroll
Or just
sit on our
behinds?
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 