Inequality

Increasingly, 

the police 

make up a barricade 

between those who have more than they could ever need, 

and those who have less than nothing.

Being

Sexless little being with a squeaky voice

Grow hair on your chin, girls are a choice

The cheek’s begun, love your mum

Hero, or teacher, love your father

Love with all your might, or fight.

Some people say it is the passing of the baton

you know what, that’s what happens.

Rip into life, get into strife

Grow your hair, what will I wear

Devil may care, have an affair

Children every week, that’s what you seek

She becomes the woman with whom you used to sleep

TV dinners on your own, missing your kids, missing your home

They grow so fast, when did you see them last

On your own, that was never the plan

Quickly it becomes time to hang up your work

Grey hair at the temples, suddenly you’re old

Someone to look after you, no never, eschew

Fight of your life, one night you die

Remembered for what, being a good guy that’s what

Fifty years passed. “Who is this?” your great grandkids ask.

That’s not how you thought this would play out.

Real

Cry

and you heal

Laugh

and you thrive

Love

and you survive

Smile

and the world smiles

Dance

and you live

Be hurt

and forgive