I turned thirty-nine this week

The passing of another yearI’ve just turned thirty-nineI’m marking it with NetflixAnd a decent bottle of wine Utterly forgettable(My age, not the booze)To reach an age so tediousCan hardly pass as news I don’t remember thirty-eightAnd it comes as no surpriseThat thirty-seven too it seemedPassed before my eyes Don’t think I’m complainingBut I just don’tContinue reading “I turned thirty-nine this week”