A day late and a dollar short, the story of my life missed the bus,
not one to cause a fuss, being of kind working class,
means you are ignored and sometimes opportunities pass,
you beckon and call , a yearning to board that train,
but on the platform you remain, wrong station it could be,
the only one I know, passive Acceptance of my place in society’s order,
the bottomless pit, is this it !!
but I’ll never quit my quest, nor ever give it a rest,
my ambition to succeed, to be recognised, for who I am,
I have a master plan, to keep on pushing the boundary ever further over hills and vales,
with a determination not to fail, or call it a day,
the game of life is one I can play.
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The Ship bearing my dreams sails out of sight;
A day late and a dollar short, the story of my life missed the bus,
not one to cause a fuss, being of kind working class,
means you are ignored and sometimes opportunities pass,
you beckon and call , a yearning to board that train,
but on the platform you remain, wrong station it could be,
the only one I know, passive Acceptance of my place in society’s order,
the bottomless pit, is this it !!
but I’ll never quit my quest, nor ever give it a rest,
my ambition to succeed, to be recognised, for who I am,
I have a master plan, to keep on pushing the boundary ever further over hills and vales,
with a determination not to fail, or call it a day,
the game of life is one I can play.
Anthony MC Gann.