45 Another Year Older

45 another year older At the stroke of midnight I must now write When filling in official forms That I am no longer 44 And ,Where the hell has all that time gone Because I sure can't remember My past is a mixture of photographs and dreams That I think I took part in But I am an age apart from Life seems like a succession of impressions On a half filled milk carton Of which the sell by date Is overdue With yesterday's leftover stew As my final meal And the only thing I have ever accomplished Is regret's And loosing crumples betting slip's Because I never win I am perpetual in being unlucky As in life an age I exit stage left Bereft of light warming space The darkness follows Into brittle bones and groans Of the devil's welcoming ears The fear age's old damp and cold Prey upon when night comes calling When birthdays pass