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The first ten went quick
so fast I can not remember them
The next ten years went quicker still
With help from girls and booze

Ten years later and the chains are on
no more girls less booze.
Better meals and comfy cushions
 

At thirty plus its family time
Crying girls and sulky boys
No holidays abroad just
rain shores

Ten years later
It’s Middle edge spread
and over the hill
The young man’s gone
grey hairs appear
Times a slowing.

Ten more years
I think I am getting old
The musics rubbish
the cloths are old.
The coppers are young
the vicars old.

Ten more years and retirements due
Grand kids come then they go.
I start to remember when I was young
but I still can not remember when I was ten.

Ten more years have gone
Time to relax
The job is done
No more sulking nor more crying
The gran kids have gone
OH NO Great grand kids.
Benidorm here I Come