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
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