One Third of A Life

One Third Of a Life

Am I bitter at forty three?

Am I sad that "I" is not "We"?
Am I loveless and
alone?
Who knows where the time has gone?




It seems like only yesterday

I acted up in our school play
Everyone applauded ,
wild
I wish that I was still a child




Things were different for us then
no
stresses, worries, lots of friends
no bills to pay, or low
paid jobs
we sat at desks and shut our gobs




Am I bitter when I think of chances

I've missed , of girls at teenage dances
My younger
self was much too shy
I say this without being wry



I think how things were way back then

when we all were young women and men
eyeing talent
, cool and smoking
the chat-up lines, the nervous joking



Now they're divorced, plain or single

alcopop aunties , unwilling to mingle
What have I
missed, am I bereft
I've still got one third of a life left