I always thought, when I was young, I wouldn’t live to forty.
My Mother said I wouldn’t do if I was always naughty!
Yet here I am, a pensioner, exceeding expectation
and, now that I’ve passed 69, I look back with elation.
I never thought that I would be a great success in life.
I only wished to have a job, and, maybe, take a wife.
Well, some successes came along, as husband, and as Dad
and very nicely my whole life has left me rather glad.
My Mum, of course, was always right; she often told me so!
Her all surrounding love was great , it gave a warming glow.
She’s now long gone, and so has Dad, and even my big sister.
But memories they linger on, and my, how we have missed her.
So, when I wake up each new day I thank my lucky stars.
I’m happy with my wrinkles, and with my many scars.
My Mum was right. She always was, as I’ve already said,
but wait a bit! I just woke up. Well, bugger me – I’m dead!