My Trolley Half

Push my trolley down the hill Let is crash and see how I feel Unstable - it’s missing one wheel It's a thrill – this ride could kill It’s carrying my life’s clutter All old and new, even litter It’s half full or half empty I don’t care, but some got plenty So it means my life was a waste? what, that I don’t have taste?! No, no, I’m not offended Forgive me if I’m offhand-ish! The shop just closed – end of sale I was glued on some merchandise like a tail Didn’t realise my life was passing me by My wife saying goodbye My kids growing up – and going off My life – unfulfilled – my trolley half