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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Experience · #2001302
It's the same every year, we have another birthday and become a year older.

It’s birthday month, my love,
We’ve survived another one.
A lot of mates from yesterday
have now packed up and gone.

Remember Bill, the mechanic,
there was Pat, and big tall Ted,
and then young  Trevor,
the lot of them are dead.

One day it will be my turn
to just give up and go,
what year that will happen,
I don’t really know.

But it’s not this year,
that’s for certain sure
I watched the cricket on the Tele
and will surely watch some more.

It’s been a funny kind of year
rivers full of liquid mud,
and farming produce gone again.
Ten years of drought, and now floods.

The climate's so uncertain.
Oh well, we’ve seen it all before,
and when this lot gets sorted out,
I wonder what’s in store?

I hear talk about a climate change
but as far as I can see,
it changes every single year
somewhere in our country.

We’ll take what comes, as always,
and make the best of what we get,
I’m not even  thinking about
throwing the towel in yet.

There’s grass to mow, and chooks to feed
and them cutie little ducks
there’s dogs an’ cats and the two of us,
we’ll still need a bit of luck.

So, no matter what the climate does,
whether cold, hot, cloud or clear
I’ll just keep right on as I am,
and enjoy another pleasant year.
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