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MY FIRST 50 YEARS AND A DAY

MY FIRST 50 YEARS AND A DAY

50 years ago yesterday I first arrìved on this earth 
According to mum it was a difficult birth 
First steps, missing teeth and the odd adolescent spot 
Temper tantrums made me someone I'm not 

My first crush at the age of 13 or so
As my hormones were starting to grow 
I didn't do the drinking in my teenage years 
Alcohol back then bored me to tears 

At 17 it was time to bring home some pay 
It was time to make a living and make my way 
A nine to five office job suited me well 
Certainly better than ending up in a prison cell

 At the age of 21 a brand new start and career 
I ended up in Norwich and I am still here  
29 years later I am managing to get by 
I will keep on managing till the day that I die 

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Kieran...

Happy Birthday!

Great write!

Thank you for sharing your journey...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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KIERAN1369

Hi Sparrowsong 

Many thanks for your wishes and message .

I am now an official member of the 50 club! 

Peace and joy 
Kieran

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sparrowsong

Hello Kieran...

I have been in the club for just a couple of weeks...

It's been very good to me so far...

It's great when the elderly begin to respect us on a different level too...

To them we're still young  too...

People don't even get mad at me when I take their shopping cart by mistake, anymore...

Great attitude=Really Great Perks!

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​​​​​​I don't even get a monthly cramp anymore...

It's AWESOME!

Enjoy the club my friend!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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KIERAN1369

Love the way Americans say shopping cart ...this side of the pond we call them trolly! 

Best wishes 
Kieran 

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