"Blueberries and Blackcurrants"

I asked myself

When was the last time

I did a thing for the first time

Be spontaneous and young

And not a boring old bum

When time was not binding

I didn't tabulate my findings

Crazy was fun

The worried woman was my mum

Hurts were experimental

Used to dread a dental

Pockets were dry

Expenses were just as high

No plans on paper

Yet there was no later

Different days

And varying dismays

Vacations on the run

Emotions weighing less than a ton

No rush

But many a gush

With no deadlines to meet

I spent enough time on my feet

And looking in the mirror bare

I recognised the image there.

I realised all of a sudden

It must have been long ago

If I had to contemplate so

Now I'm a pretend grown up

Caught in the corporate rut

Striving to be "cool"

Childhood images run a teary pool

Looking busy

Feeling dizzy

A run once a run twice

Blame shifts and pointing vice

Clearing my cause and name

Never playing the same game

Calling for help

Cleaning out the shelf

Trying to understand life

Bah! just a waste of time

Always in a rush

Still many a gush

Trying to play my own mum

Even baby sitting anothers' son

Standing in the shade

Rarely getting paid

I think its officially done

I've forgotten how to have fun.