Fifty-five

By: Fee

When I was five I went to school for the first time

Didn’t like it much, got strapped for talking back the first day

Already a bit of a rebel, already society was making me pay

When I was five and ten I had my first taste of love

She was eighteen and if her Daddy had of known

I helped her with more than homework in her room alone…

When I was twenty five I learned the cruelty of death

Mother, Father, brother all were there then gone so fast

Stood over granite rock and I cried like a soul downcast

At I was thirty-five found that there can be a second chance

Stole into my heart and my children grew from one to three

Rough at times but always managed to find an extra knee

Forty-five found me with my five seconds of fame

A book called Red Soil and the author’s name as mine

I will never forget seeing my daughter’s eyes prideful shine

Now I am fifty-five, older, no wiser and looking out to sea

Counting my blessings and wondering why I’m still alive

and will I suervive ten more years to get my old age pension at sixty-five