Reflect
WHEN I WAS YOUNG,
NO SONG HAD I SUNG.
NO POEMS DID I WRITE,
NOR HAVE A FIST FIGHT.
YES, WHEN I WAS YOUNG,
JUST CLIMBING THE LADDER'S FIRST RUNG.
THOSE WERE THE DAYS I WILL NEVER FORGET,
BECAUSE A YOUNG GIRL DID HIT ME JUST FOR A BET.
AS I LOOK BACK ON THOSE HAPPY DAYS,
WITH A BLOODY NOSE AND A BRUISED FACE.
WITH A SMILE SHE SAID "I'M SORRY",
RUBBING MY FACE I SAID "DON'T WORRY".
WITH A KISS AND A CUDDLE WE BECAME GOOD FRIENDS,
LITTLE DID I REALISE THAT SHE WAS ROUND THE BEND.
WE WERE TOGETHER FOR A COUPLE OF YEARS,
SHE SPENT ALL MY MONEY REDUCING ME TO TEARS.
ONLY TO LATE DID REALISE TO GET MY FREEDOM HER I MUST
CRITICISE.
I TOLD HER SHE WAS A SILLY FOOL,
SHE KICKED ME, OH! WAS SHE CRUEL?
I CRIED, "THAT IS THE END",
TO WHICH SHE REPLIED"IT'S TOUGH AT THE TOP MY FRIEND".
WE PARTED, AND I DARTED,
I GOT ANOTHER GIRL AND THE KISSING RESTARTED.
YES! I REMEMBER THOSE DAYS WHEN I WAS YOUNG,
CLIMBING THE LADDERS ONLY RUNG.
FROM ALL THE DAYS I'VE BEEN AROUND,
TRUE LOVE STILL HAS TO BE FOUND.
WELL I'VE TOLD YOU OF THE DAYS GONE BY,
LOOKING BACK I OFTEN SIGH.
OF ALL THE GIRLS I'VE HAD IN BED,
ONE OF THEM COULD HAVE HAD ME DEAD.
