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Seventy Five Trips Around The Sun

Seventy five trips around the Sun
(If your lucky)
 
From darkness comes light as we are born
Being held in the arms of our Mother
Her grips so tight it feels secure
The start of our love of each other...
Warm and familiar her peculiar scent
As she feeds me to help me grow strong
Before I know it I'm on my first trip
Around the Sun as time pushes on...
 
My first birthday and boy am I spoiled
With yellow red and blue plastic toys  
A gift from my two older Sisters
And a pat on the back from the boys...
3rd in line with my male siblings
But not yet the last of the clan
That award goes to my unborn Sister
But as yet she's not part of the plan...
 
Before I know it I'm five years old
Leaving my Mum to go to School
Crying tears like I never have before
How could my Mum be so cruel?
I want to stay home to be with her
But I have no choice in the matter
So of to School I'm quickly marched
Dragging my heels behind til they shatter...
 
With a few blinks of my eyes I'm thirteen
And now I'm attending high school?
After thirteen full trips around the Sun
I start to believe I look cool...
Then a few blinks more and it's my first job
Now I've made that trip seventeen times
It's the start of my becoming a man
It's the beginning of brighter new things...
 
So I start my new life as an adult
I'll soon be twenty one years old
That's when the real fun begins they say
Or at least that's what I'm told...
For me it was the start of me losing myself
Most weekends out drunk with pint in hand
Struggling with the pressure of being  an adult
With my head largely buried in the sand...
 
Now though I'm twenty five years old
And I have a new born baby of my own
Time to start taking things seriously
Time to quit the endless beer zone...
Parenthood comes narurally to me
Must be the audience I've always craved
It's put the Man in my Manhood
Was the man in me that she saved...
 
Wouldn't you believe it I'm forty now!
That's forty full trips around the Sun!
Got four children now to prove how old I am
Yet my head says my life's not begun?
My back clicks, my bones crack
My legs no longer know how to keep up
They think they can kick a ball like before
In my head I'm still just a pup...
 
Now I'm fifty years young
My brains only starting to make sense of it all
With age comes wisdom for certain
And it don't hurt as much if we fall...
We get up and brush ourselves down
Our dignity a little bit bashed
But we've been there many times before
So many times before in our past...
 
Soon I'm gonna be sixty years old
I've changed a lot over the years
But the Sun still looks the same to me
Or at least thats the way it appears...
Before I know it I'll be seventy
My first born will be as old as I am now
Time keeps getting the better of me
And it always has somehow...
 
Seventy five trips around the Sun
That's if we're lucky enough to make it
Doesn't seem that much when put that way
But that's the age most of us quit...
Seventy five trips around the Sun
And still it warms the bones of me
One day my fire will be put out for good
Seventy five trips round the Sun is the fee...
Written by Scolar37 (Scott Millar)
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