A Bedtime Story

I'm lying in bed all alone
Just hanging out here with my phone
A thousand stories in my head
97 you have read. 

It's late December
All tinstle and holly
I'm still waiting  here
Guess you'll never say sorry.

The New Year lines up
With it's offers of hope
I sip on the cup
But it tastes like old rope.

5 decades gone by
In the blink of an eye
I look in the mirror 
Expecting to see my reflection. 

But it's not me I see
Just a time ravaged moll
Who's no longer a doll
Sitting in my mirror staring back at me.

With the lights and the holly
The lighthouse  looks jolly
And the waves from the sea come crashing down on me. 

So I'm drinking alone 
With the music of the sea
Contemplating in my home
What the next New Year might be.

Inside my mind I'm still 18
An edgy black clad rock and roll queen
But the leather trousers are getting tight
No matter how I pull at night.

So I'll slip into some PJs
And crawl into my bed
I must be getting old 
I need to rest my head..