All grown up, nineteen.
Beer in bar, bum on bike
Adult now, do what I like!
Stay up till four
And sometimes don’t come home at all.
So that’s it then!
White dress, big day,
All those words that people say,
Back turned, in the night,
Smothered yawns, no one’s right.
Take my things, you take yours,
Sign the forms, shut the doors.
So that’s it then?
Hard work, long planned rest.
Move somewhere warm, north is best.
Creaky knees, thyroid glands
Wattled neck, veined hands,
Clotted cream, in your thigh,
And then one sunny day, you die.
So that’s it, then.