So This Is 31*…

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ageing, bad poety, getting older

…and what have I done?

Another year older.

New baby not begun.

And so this is 31,

And Owl sure is fun.

My little boy’s growing.

And bugging everyone.

This year I worked two jobs

and sure did work hard

my business is growing

as are the bills on credit cards.

And so this is 31,

I got employee of the year.

I’m definitely happy,

but suffering from fears

of dropping the balls

I have in the air.

But I just keep on juggling

and try to take care.

And so this is 31

I think I’ve done all right.

I just hope that next year

There’ll be mat leave in sight.

*with apologies to John Lennon.