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This Conventional Life part 2 - August 1998

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Damn their abjection, damn it to hell,
I chose this way and I intend to do well,
Child at heart I may play by the rules,
but I refuse to labelled by those sceptical fools.
I've come to an age lived my life pretty full,
but the frivolous ways turned so grey and so dull.
Rebellious rage grows stale with age;
and teenage angst is lost without a teenage stage,
This way of life suddenly proved inevitable,
I'm no longer what I was; transformed I'm respectable.

Education came late for soon I graduate,
let those who scoff sit back, contemplate;
There are no boulders upon these shoulders;
I simply file them away in cardboard folders.
As for the trepidation about such a life's risks,
I just back them up onto floppy discs.

I take nothing for granted, am never complacent,
for loss and gain stand together, adjacent,
I thank the whomever for what I've achieved,
good for nothing apparently or so some believed.
I'll father my children in my own way,
disregarding the sceptics, living life day by day
and if they can help someone in some small way,
then that's justification, at least that's what I say.

I sit at my desk attached to the screen,
earning the money to pay for the life that I glean,
to provide for my family that is my dream,
footloose and fancy-free soon lost its steam.
'They' disapprove of the path that I'm paving,
pensioning funds, and submitting to saving,
I'll make my mark in my own fashion,
just because I wear a suit doesn't mean there's no passion
beneath this façade of collar and tie,
I'm not simply a robot programmed to work and to die.

So let me live and grow old, gracefully if I can,
for that to me is the mark of a wiser man,
as fate blows the pages of my conventional life,
like the papers blown by my desktop fan.
 
© Nicholas Vosper 2001