The golden years are supposed to be

That time when you relax 

and enjoy the fruits of labour

And sit back with your Stack

 

Increasingly however as I now approach the age

The time I have been waiting for 

Has now turned into rage

 

I thought the golden years would surround me with my gold

But I find now that to my cost 

I’ve great big piles of mould

 

Mouldy bits around the house

I’ve mould now in my car

My dog has mouldy bits on him

I’ve mould in my guitar

 

My wife she tries to mould me

Into something I am not

But that then goes for every man

I’m afraid that’s just his lot

 

I’ve a mouldy bit around my bath

And mould now in the shed

I bet if I pull it out

I’ve mould behind my bed

 

But if I could just replace the mould

with piles of shiny fluff

I would be very rich indeed

And wouldn’t give a stuff.

 

09/12/2021. 17:10-17:23