The Point of no return...

poem by: Frank Byrne/Hornby..
Written on Jul 03, 2017

"Would it truly be good, to go back, and relive my life?
Would I want to return to some heartaches, and strife?
Is it really a wish to start all over again?
Or should the past, stay the past, where it shall forever remain.
Would it still be exciting to climb in the "bombdies," amongst broken old bricks?
Balancing up high on loose floor joists, even though I was just six, and digging out the warm tar, from between the stone cobbles in old Liffey street, and getting scolded by "me ma," for having sticky black tar all over my feet.
I remember life being all fun, when I was a kid, getting into trouble,
was something we all did. Though I wasn't really a bad lad, I suppose I'd get the odd smack! but I respected my old mum...I knew not to answer her back!
But would it really be good to live my days just once more? Do you know, the more I think about it, I'm not really that sure.
Because as you get older, different problems do start, like getting friendly with 
the girls, some mess with your heart....I just want to play football, and do my own thing,
I don't want to answer to anyone...I want to stay king! Then I eventually started work,
now precious time's not my own, my life's ruled by the clock, again it's 6am...I hear myself groan. I can't get off the treadmill, because I need money to spend, day after day, I can't see the end. The more money I make, the more money I need, the rat race is cruel, now I've got a lifestyle to feed!
At last I met the right girl....Yes she is the one, everything is now perfect, all my problems seem gone. We always want to be together, she now is my spouse,
priorities change so we want to buy our own house!
We both need a bit more money, a few extra quid, 
because nine months from now, we're expecting our first kid!
So to keep working is essential, if you want to reach your goal, now the pressure starts mounting, l can't afford to be on the dole, I'm still only young, I've got a lifetime ahead, 
a lifetime of work...let it be said.
Our beautiful second child arrives, now our lovely family is complete,
and I know as long as I'm working we always shall eat.
Luckily I did work, until I eventually reached sixty five, yeah, I'm reasonably fit,
and so glad I'm still alive, many jobs I've had, but a couple I was fired,
but I've never been happier, since I finally retired. 
This moment I've waited so long for, now using the words of Status Quo....🎶 I ain't go'na work no more!🎶...So no, I wouldn't go back, and relive my life, because it's much better now, with just me, and my Mary, wonderful wife."


Tags: happy, love, humor, rhyme, encouraging,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
I would never want to relive my life, isn't once enough, the first time we didn't know what lay in store, this time we would haha...well written my friend.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented:'re right Cecilia,.......thanks for reading my poems...👍🏻
Roxanne Dubarry commented:
How lucky you and your wife, Mary both are. I enjoyed your auto biography.
Christopher Russon commented:
I love the words to your poem.a story and poem all in one.Nice work Frank.
D'Vina Ramirez commented on Nov 10, 2017 at 3:28am
This is so amazing. I can relate to some of this. Always working trying take care of babies. Haha I only have one right now and doing it by my self so I can understand the struggle. But this poem is so sweet. I love it.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Nov 10, 2017 at 12:38pm
Thanks D'Vina for your lovely head is crammed full of life experiences.....and I love turning them into poems....👍🏻
JG Collins commented on Dec 14, 2017 at 11:06pm
What a nice read. I am 65 and found this easily relatable. Well done.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Dec 15, 2017 at 8:47am
Thanks for the nice comment JG......hope you've, and liked your poetry...keep them coming!...


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