OLD & WISE
I stand staring into the mirror, this once young boy has now grown
so old & wise;
The more years that flash past, the more times you have to say you’re
When I turn around now my past is but a pin prick of time, getting
further and further away;
When exactly was it Peter Pan needed to start shaving, it must
have been about the time, I no longer went out to play.
It’s strange how music can go from new to classic in a heartbeat,
just like Usher’s hit “you’ve got it bad”;
I can even start to see grey hairs appearing, as my reflection
shines back an image, which is beginning to resemble my Dad.
I mean for fuck sake I am walking around in a cardigan and
slippers, I must be getting old;
I spend my time writing, whilst telling kids to do as they were
My years in school now seem so very long ago, hands covering over
my ears protecting myself from the bell;
When I was 5 years old I’ll now confess, it was me who stole all
the children’s toys, they had brought in to show & tell.
Some people said they would always be there for me, I fell over on
You carried on your road of life, after kicking me to the curb,
right on spaghetti fucking junction.
You poured your life around me before moving on, leaving stuck
where I was glued;
But you forgot, this destiny is all mine, it was never yours to
I have spent so many years writing that this pen now moves with
the speed of light, just leaving the smoking smell of burning ink;
Even after all this time you doubters cannot drown me, for I was
destined to float, whilst you were always destined to sink.
If my past was the night, then my future is the dawn;
The heavens cried out for an encore, and in exchange,
A Star Was Born.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011