By C. J. Black.
I feel like I’m seizing up, my limbs need to be oiled
But I can’t show my feelings or family plans may be spoiled
So I will suffer on, keeping my lips tightly closed
So as my secret suffering will not be exposed.
No I am not what you call playing at being the martyr
Instead I’ll go down the pub have a drink and a chat with “Arthur”
The simple pleasures always bring total relaxation
Life sure is funny at times, sometimes it’s a hard old station.
Keep the sunny side out for as long as you are able
You know your way around atrocity – the horse hasn’t yet left the stable
There is life in the old dog yet – let no one tell you different
Chin up and remember – how you feel today has nothing to do with a youth miss-spent.
C. J. Black