daniel jack

I visited, in hospital,
My lover laid in bed.
We billed and cooed as lovers do,
And then my sweetheart said,
"That woman they rushed in today,
Is hanging on to life,"
I glanced across, I recognised,
And screamed, "My God,The Wife!!!"

Woke this morn,
Gave a yawn,
Didn't want the day.
Half awake
Couldn't take,
What it had to say.

Tried to creep
Back to sleep,
Knew that wasn't right.
Why does morning
Do its dawning
Half way through the night?

I lived in a house that was close to the tip,
I preferred it to renting a flat.
It was handy for carpets and tellys and beds,
A "Des Res" if you didn't mind rats.

Then one day, the man from the Council came round,
And told that a motion was passed,
At a full Council meeting, the evening before,
That by far, too much waste, had amassed.

The tip they were closing, re-routeing the waste,
Landscaping with turf and with tree.
Which, though it may look good in several years time
Is a loss to both rodents, and me.

Im told there's nothing down for me,
Cos I don't understand I.T.
Life has moved on, left me behind,
Antedeluvian my mind.
I don't know bites, or gigs, or rams,
But now they learn these in their prams.
Surely, quite soon, will dawn the day,
When humankind will fade away.

I dreamt of being 007,
It was my want, or wont.
Whereas he went for "Derring do"
I featured "Derring don't"

The women, escapades and drink
Which he took in his stride,
Would all have been too much for me,
I'd probably have died.

I dreamt of being 007
But now I'm far too old.
And all my fantasies, long held,
Will never now unfold.