David Harley - Seventeen Year Itch

Front tyre blew
Tax overdue
Picked up
A parking fine or two
Gas bill trouble
Rent is doubled
You say "NOW what's wrong with you?"
Dentures slipping
Nervous twitch
17-year-itch
I'm underpaid and overweight
So let's go and celebrate
Who said life begins at 40?

Kids are listening
Separate beds
Bitter thoughts
In separate heads
Kids are screaming
Dogs are howling
Milk gone bad
We're out of bread
So I leer at typists
Wonder which
Might scratch
My seventeen year itch
I must have wasted
So much time
The other side
Of 39

Monday morning
Bus queue blues
MOT overdue
My head is bursting
My eyes need testing
Sorry that I snapped at you
Sorry
Sorry
Always saying sorry
Always praying
There might be some peace sometime
The other side of 65
But would it be so hard to be
Another aging divorcee?

Written by:
David Harley

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