Re: Gumbud's poems
At sixteen the world goes for ever
There is music and romance and things
We can never imagine an ending
To what lies there beyond outer rings
So there’s no need to plan for a ‘future’
Or plan for the loss of a friend
These things don’t exist in our eternal grist
There is no meaning in our sights of the end
It carries on into the 20’s
There is so much to do with our lives
And the 30’s the same, it’s the goddam same game
But some do it with tag along wives!
In the 40’s some of us are slowing
The fat has moved into our guts
But eternity still beckons onwards
We just have to give it more thrust!
In the 50’s we sit on the hill top
And look down on both sides of the coin
We bemoan where we’ve come but still welcome the sun
Eternity is still in our grasp
In the 60’s old age starts to beckon
But we fight it with all of our might
We will work till we bust, with our strong upper crust
But the waist belt is getting too tight
In the 70’s it creeps in upon us
Did we really pack all of that in?
God, I never saw it go past, thought there was ‘everlast’ last!
Did I commit some unforgivable sin?
In the 80’s denial has vanished
There are too many gone on ahead
Our contemporaries wear thin to the sound of a pin
And our celebrations visit the dead!
If you’ve reached 90 on this site
Then identify yourself to us all
We will embrace you with glee and serve Japanese tea
And then have a sit down in our meditation hall
If you’ve reached hundred you can’t reach the keyboards
So just sit back and wait for the end
There will be no fun ‘round here not now or next year
You may as well call it the END!