When you are fifty five
Every day is similar to the last one,
Monotonous and weary, dragging on,
Filled with mundane daily chores of living.
Nothing new to stop and dwell upon.
When you are fifty-five.....
Time takes on a role of prime importance.
It rushes, or it crawls along the day.
Counted out in hours or in minutes,
Bound to be applied a useful way.
When you are fifty-five.....
The first bulb is a flower before you notice.
A tadpole is the way a frog will breed.
A ant is an excuse to get the spray out.
A dandelion clock is just a weed.
When you are fifty-five.....
Being self-important really matters.
Proving that you really do have worth.
Trying hard to keep up with the Jones's.
Worrying about everything on earth.
When you are fifty-five.....
Life is always made so complicated.
Honesty knows every shade of grey.
Feelings forced to be held in repression,
Bottled up and safely locked away.
When you are fifty-five.....
Fantasies and dreams are long forgotten,
The enchantment of a childhood left behind.
But changes only come if you believe them
For age is just an attitude of mind.
When you are five.....
Every day's the re-birth of Creation,
A new day of adventure to explore,
New experiences to find and feel and savour,
New wonders that can fill the mind with awe.
When you are five.....
Time is something that has little meaning,
It passes in the fullness of the day.
You measure it in tears and smiles and laughter
And the intensity and value of your play.
When you are five.....
The first bulb shoot becomes a thing of wonder.
A tadpole is a frog about to grow.
An ant's a creature worth the time for watching.
A dandelion clock is there to blow.
When you are five.....
Just being there is all that really matters.
Just being part of all there is to be.
Not caring much what others may be thinking.
Not bothering much with triviality.
When you are five.....
Life is simple and uncomplicated.
Honesty is shades of black and white.
Feelings spring up from your very centre,
Uninhibited expression is all right.
When you are five.....
Fantasies and dreams set out the future,
With happiness and magic at each stage,
And the surety that living is forever,
And nothing really matters - even age.
