Time Fades Away

 As a child, looking up was problematic for me
The constant screaming and shouting bowed my head
In my teens there was no rebellion, still no looking up
Just more people to fear, more downward pressure applied
In my twenties there was a light at the end of my tunnel
The light became too bright, so I bowed my head yet again
In my thirties there was no respite everyone was a bully
Family, friends, colleagues – all of them need my obedience
In my forties I occasionally raised it above the parapets
It appears that your 40’s is an age to be beaten down harder
In my fifties I was clearly being punished for my forties
I started to feel like I was just another winging teenager
Angry in my sixties, saw no benefit from continuing as a door mat
Grumpy, I shout and growl, the door mat is worn, yet not replaced
Now in my 70’s, you can all piss off in short jerky movements
My head fully raised after all these years, time fades away
Unlike me, I am refusing to fade away or behave as expected