From the day you were conceived,
Though, innocent, and new…
A predetermined path,
Is constructed just for you…
Your parents have a vision,
Your destiny it seems…
As they frantically try the hardest,
To fulfil all of their dreams….
Yes, a doctor or a lawyer,
At least a well-mannered one, at that…
Those years of perseverance,
To train the perfect aristocrat…
Well, they must be disappointed,
To say the bloody least...
When I entered in the world,
On the day I was released…
Things just went astray,
No career in mind for me…
I was just not prepared,
For all this philosophy…
My parents were at a loss,
Had they ended up with a dud…
At times they must have thought,
I was not of their blood…
You see I was a larrikin,
A boy they could not tame…
I wanted to discover my own new path,
I was not after fame…
The years they come and went,
I stumbled and I would fall…
Through tough times and misery,
I certainly seen them all…
But I was given the basic skills,
Honesty and trust…
I could tell right from wrong,
And knew what was unjust…
Those rules were all I needed,
To forge a journey of my own…
“Such is life “is what will be etched,
Upon my final resting stone…
So, for now I’m making memories,
I take each day as it comes…
A chip off the old block,
From my dad and mum’s…
Len Newey 2022