A Cooper
not a Tommy
but a barrel maker

strange?
oh yea
very
we're led a merry dance
rely mainly on chance
and end up down an aisle
for me it's
aisle three usually
canned goods and soda pop.
Bank Holiday here in the U.K
I am off to work
keeping the dream alive.

Tough
and this was the day
that was my day,
but 'I did it my way'
( no thanks to Frank )

She says,
you are brave,
a sentiment
I shall save
in my pocket
for when I need it.

Now chillin'
and not before time
tomorrow
is another
something,
but I've forgotten what.

Work tomorrow
work on Monday
work on whatever day
they say

they say a lot,
*******.

don't worry
I've always felt this way
about those who say
and do not feel

*** 'em.
I'm still here
in the year
2025
and
more than a little
alive

..and though I tried not to
I cried all the way through
Bambi,
oh ****
and what does that make me?

I lied
or was it led
anyhow
I lost the thread
what was I saying?

She's praying for my sanity
but that's just her and my,
dare I say, vanity?
yes I dare.
and yet
She's still there for me
through thick and thin
She knows how I'll be

She's a magician
or a witch.

It doesn't seem fair
that I'm in my seventieth year
but I shouldn't be
complaining

some didn't make it this far.

So
I'll grin and bear it
wear it like a scar
hidden
underneath
this suit of armour.

Amorphous is the shape of things to come.

I know that it's Saturday
but it makes
no never mind to me
because
that lot have me working
until well after three.

I should be fishing on the Lune
or
swimming in the bay,
but the powers that be
don't want me
to enjoy Saturday anymore