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THE WRONG SIDE OF 45
Contributed by
chrisdavid
on
Saturday, 13th March 2010 @ 01:34:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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You've torn up the rulebook
You don't care how you look
Because everyday is the same for you
You're in your bed all day
Boy, how you've lost your way
There is nothing you will do
You seem to no longer care
With that grey beard and long hair
And still you moan
So is there any wonder that you live on your own?
It's near the midnight hour
Why don't you get a shower?
And clean yourself up for tomorrow
Beer cans on the floor
Big hole in your front door
But I can feel no sorrow
No money to pay all your bills
Baked beans are your meals
You've got no phone
So is there any wonder that you live on your own?
You say you're too old now
To try and start again somehow
You'll be remembered as a lout
That no-one cared about
It's a shame for you
You're letting life pass you by
And still you ask ' Why?'
I don't know how long you will survive
Because you're the wrong side of 45
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2010-03-13 01:34:41] (Date/Time posted on
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