I got the fifty plus blues …..
Since I clocked a half a century, I’m goin’ downhill fast.
Feel weighty bygone days pushin’ at my achin’ back.
Runnin’ harder ev’ry day, hardly stayin’ on the spot.
Now I work to pay my meds, not for fast cars and a yacht.
Skin saggin’ loose ‘n’ limp ‘n’ that is not the only thing:
My magic stick don’-do-no tricks ‘cept for pissin’ in the wind.
I’m dodgin’ bullets left ‘n’ right, as friends fall one by one.
Whistlin’ past the graveyard, but I know my time will come.
There’s a thousand things I can no longer do:
I got the fifty! Fifty plus blues …
Spend hours ‘n’ hours thinkin’ when it was I lost my prime.
I look like death warmed up ‘n’ I get fridge-head(frigid) all the time.
Lost my hair, Adonis figure, joie de vivre an’ my sex drive.
My aches ‘n’ pains are legend, but I am clinically alive.
All my deeds and undertakings are condemned to be unsung.
How true when wise men say that youth is wasted on the young.
©11.3.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman
Now I work to stay alive, not for fast cars and a yacht.
I’d write a list of all my pains, but I can’t ‘cos I forgot.
At least I know why wise men say that youth is wasted on the young.