That's Not Me

That’s not me,

That newborn on his mother’s knee

Just a blob, paraded for all to see.

Ok he was cute, but that’s not me.

That’s not me,

That schoolboy, who still sits on his mother’s knee

A life of play, and weekends by the sea

He learnt to swim, but that’s not me.

That’s not me,

That older boy, watching girls swim in the sea

He fancied one, but of he, the girl didn’t see

He was sad, ok, but that’s not me.

That’s not me,

The one who caught the girl who did not see

Was happy, till finding he just one of many

Sad again, too bad, but that’s not me

That’s not me,

The young man holding a baby on his knee

Now with a family, the newborn making three

Happy at last, but that’s not me

That’s not me,

That old man who needs glasses to see

His family grown, and can finally roam free

A travelling man, but that’s not me

That’s not me,

A lifeless vehicle, a body on a stainless gurney

A happy life they said, one once filled with glee

As a spark enters another baby in a womb, …..

That’s me.