Headless chickens run after dispatch
But eggs they lay can never hatch
Might double-yolked ones be twins that match?
Well never know, ahh, that’s the catch
Headless chickens run after dispatch
But eggs they lay can never hatch
Might double-yolked ones be twins that match?
Well never know, ahh, that’s the catch
Success is measured in different ways
And much has changed, since former days
A good education, and steady work
Were things held dear, if you didn’t shirk
Some of the best could achieve in sport
Football or tennis, or some such sort
But crazy money wasn’t part of the story
For those looking there, for fame or glory
Things have changed, and many believe
You needn’t struggle, if you want to achieve
TV and music, sell young a new dream
All can have riches, it now would seem
None know for sure what’s round the bend
As warily life’s paths we wend
If future’s shape you really seek
Your parents and siblings can lend a peek.
I blame the schools for letting us down
Didn’t learn us right in this crummy town
Just bin sent home early for being a lout
But me mam’ll go up to sort them out
Me dad says discipline’s well gone to pot
In his day teachers earned the respect they got
When he got the cane for acting the fool
His dad added a clout, supporting the school
They reckon my teachers could have tried a lot more
To make me sit still in wonder and awe
But they can’t compare to a console game
Their boring book-learning all seems so tame
Me dad doesn’t work and me mam’s just the same
Getting money from Social is their only real aim
But this government’s tight giving its cash away
Surely they can afford a better day’s pay
Our satellite dish is ready for the bin
Can’t upgrade my mobile on what’s coming in
Why shouldn’t we get what others have got
If we came from abroad we’d be given the lot
I’m off down the pub to meet with me mates
Then hook up with Tatum round the park gates
She’ll beg for a cuddle and I’ll sure give her one
The damage is done, she’s three months gone
We’ve talked to the council about a new flat
But the girl in the office is really a prat
She says we must wait or save for some rent
If she had her way, we’d sleep in a tent
We’ll move in with Mam, if all else fails
But she moans like hell, says I’ve gone off the rails
It’s not my fault we can’t make our own way
I blame the system, at the end of the day.
Below, beguiled, her eyes smile
Innocently, sounds escape her lips
Melodic laughter glides up the stairs
Taunting my melancholy
Saying, ‘Come, soar with me’.
Our children, careless, scarce believe
Both parent’s will did them conceive
Each issue’s vista from first breath
Oft egocentric until death
What can they know of parents’ stories
As bravely forsaking social mores
We too railed ‘gainst the status quo
Lending ears to ideas to help them grow
Eyes that witnessed joy and pain
Hearts moved by emotions once arcane
Lips caressed by loved one’s kisses
Memories; poignant reminisces
Young see us aged by endless days
Of striving and caring in myriad ways
now dull, shame-wearied and resigned
seeking only security and peace of mind
Feint shadows linger o’er spent youth
Pleading we weren’t always long in tooth
A footprint left on shifting sand
Few words bequeathed to understand
Late lithe bodies, locked in sepia prints
Ravaged by aches; showing other hints
That time must come when, cold as stone
We’ll leave our progeny all alone
Listening for echoes on the breeze
Distant reflections, stirring unease
Looking to new born, if fate has deemed
Now knowing we were more than once we seemed.