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Now I'm Sixty Four
John Lennon was once asked


What he would be doing


When he was sixty four,


And if he would still be writing pop songs


And he said, "Yeah,


Oi'll be writin aboat what it's loike


To be sixty four!"


Which was a very good answer really,


Only


He never got the chance


So you will have to put up with me,


Which is all a bit of poetic licence really


Since I am actually


Only fifty seven


And maybe in seven years time


I will think differently about it all,


But I don't think so


As I have decided that this will be my last poem


Ever


Since, in poetry for the last forty years


I have been railing against the world,


Or trying to inspire it,


Or trying to make people see that life should be more than


Acquiring fast, expensive cars, designer bedrooms and haute couture clothes


Or getting drunk and stuffed with Chicken Ticka Masala


Or just plodding dully along eyes to the ground,


And it hasn't made a blind bit of difference.


There comes a point


When you think


I don't give a toss any more!


A lifetime of reading the news


And finally you realise -


This is where I came in,


The film has aleady gone round several times


And it isn't getting any better,


There is no point in watching any more or asking them to put on another reel


Because it will just be the same,


More of the same sound and fury.


Best like Larkin to say


"I'll just get half drunk at night"


And look forward to


"The anaesthetic from which none come round."


I don't dread it like Larkin did,


'Cos before I was here it was all right


And being asleep seems just fine and dandy,


So a big long sleep suits me fine


And that is where I am heading and glad to.





It is sitting here feeling driven to write all these bloody words that is getting my goat,


Especially when, as I said before,


It is like shovelling shit in the cess pit


And as fast as you shovel it out


They shit the shit back in.


As Whats Hisname Auden said,


"Poetry makes nothing happen"


Because the people that do make things happen


Are just turds on legs, like that Tony Blair and George Bush


Starting new wars and saying ,"God told me to do it,"


Or "God will say I was right in the end,"


As if the world had not had enough wars already,


And none of them ever did any good


Except adding to the sum total of human misery.


If they had any sense, the whole pack of them,


They would have listened to Bob Dylan


Singing `With God on Our Side'


And know that if God really was on our side


He would be stopping the next war.


Of course he never does get round to it


And just carries on as usual


Sitting around on his arse


Waiting to see what the


Big heads and arrogant bastards,


Who consider themselves excellent leadership material,


Because they have fought their way to the top of a writhing pile


Of scratching cats,


Backbiting bitches and


Poisonous snakes,


Will do next


For the huddled masses of humanity.





If this seems more like a rant than a nice John Lennon song


Then you can blame that


Aromantic author


Louis De Berniere


For writing `Birds Without Wings'


And coming to the right conclusion


That individually humanity


Are wonderfully funny,


Often loving and generous,


Even kind to a fault,


But en masse, no better than a flock of sheep,


Willing to follow the afore abused leaders


Down to the edge of the nearest disaster


And walk straight in


And that we would all be better off


Jumping into the harbour and sinking down


To end up as food for crabs rather


Than expending all this energy


Cavorting around


On this great stage of fools,


Where history is just the same page


Over and over.
Author's Notes:
A Swansong
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Comments:
Comment By: Freejamieson steele on August 31, 2014 10:08:38 PM Report


Corin,

You can think 65 years of age now.

Comment By: FreeM J W Hayes on September 29, 2009 09:43:51 PM Report
The disappointment of history is that, unfortunately, humanity ignores it and learns so little,

Michael (it was my least favourite subject)

Comment By: FreeJoseph on May 30, 2006 09:14:16 PM Report
So u r quiting?
Sorry to hear about that, great poems though.
If i was wrong then keep up the good work.
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on April 22, 2006 02:35:35 PM Report
yipeeeeee just saw you won an award. well done and looking forward to seeing plenty more Ali x
Comment By: FreeCheryl Greenwell on April 10, 2006 12:42:32 AM Report
This is great congrats on your award......C
Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on April 9, 2006 10:42:12 PM Report
I think only in death will a poet stop writing. There are too many small worlds to notice. Enjoyed your write and congrats on your award and many more to come.
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on April 9, 2006 09:37:32 PM Report
David: congratulations on your Feature Poem Award.


Lady Dragonwyck
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on March 30, 2006 03:02:09 AM Report
Don't you dare let it be a swan song David!!
I know exactly how you feel. In fact its exactly how I am feeling this morning.
Sometimes I wake in the night and ask "What's it all about? How much longer?"
then the morning comes once more.
Like you there are times when everything seems to be so incredibly useless.
On days like this I have to struggle to make myself belief there is something good somewhere.
Ali x
Comment By: FreeJoe Petro on March 27, 2006 03:40:17 AM Report
I have read your work Sir. I believe you have much to offer in your writing style re: the beauty on this earth. I hope you will continue to inspire us. jp
Comment By: FreeWide Awake on March 16, 2006 07:35:54 PM Report
So you will have to put up with me,

Which is all a bit of poetic licence really

Since I am actually

Only fifty seven

..............LLLLLLOOOOOLLLLL :)

Since, in poetry for the last forty years

I have been railing against the world,

Or trying to inspire it,

Or trying to make people see that life should be more than

Acquiring fast, expensive cars, designer bedrooms and haute couture clothes

Or getting drunk and stuffed with Chicken Ticka Masala

Absolutely right...and noble sentiments...I myself always resort to the Chicken Tikka Masala...Really! :)

I am little more than half of sixty four...and already I feel the futility of the worlds state.
You make a good, yet sad point.

Because the people that do make things happen

Are just turds on legs, like that Tony Blair and George Bush

Standing accused of being too yin~ I must say I enjoy this sentence...

This was a great rant ~ a quality rant...the best! :)

Enjoyed, thanks.

Best wishes,
Pamela
Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on March 10, 2006 03:38:10 PM Report
(((((((David)))))))...I find this to be very unacceptable...YOU, not writing anymore would be just a terrible shame. We need you here, we love you here....I need you here, I love you here. You are my guiding light and I would miss you terribly.
Ok, let's make a deal, you can leave when you are 64 if you like but don't go yet.

You have made a difference in my life, probably more than you know.....your encouragement to me has been so constant and your input was always done with such grace. To think of you not being here saddens me more than you could imagine.

Take a break maybe ...but please don't go!

Love to one of the BEST!!!

~Cindy
Comment By: Freeb doneff on March 6, 2006 03:53:02 PM Report
Well David, I hope this isn'the case, you leaving. This was brilliant. I know, that sometimes it is hard to keep going. Especially when you think that what you write may change someone or something..make it better somehow. But, in the end, it is as you say, for the most part. I have always written because I have had something to say..most likely noone turns an ear, but maybe just ONE person will hear, think, change, be helped..the world was not built in a day, nor will it be changed in a hundred. This made me think...when I am 64, what will I do, be doing?? Writing David, still writing. In the end, it matters to me more than anything, and someday, maybe, just maybe, it will matter to someone else too. I wish you all good things David. If you are leaving, I thank you for your time and comments, I appreciated it very kindly. And I want you to know it has been a pleasure to read your work, to know you in that small way. You have touched more here than you realize I am sure. All good things to you David, all good things. Barbie




 


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