Month: November 2025

To avoid being an old geezer
Frowning at the world
Glaring at “the youths”
For laughing, having fun

I realised I don’t need
sex, drugs and rock and roll
(ok, maybe just drugs)
(the others don’t sound too bad)

But I need to make space
For some joy in my life
In between all the spreadsheets
So I wrote this poem.

It’s easy for me to say, I’ve got work to do
and do it
It’s harder for me to say, I’ll go and enjoy myself
and do it
(so I wrote this poem)

If I make space for it
I’ll find my own path
Through the fallen leaves
And rushing rivers

So I spare you the experience
A few years down the line
Of meeting me
As an old grumpy geezer.