Over 50

“You ask about my conscience
And I offer you my soul
You ask if I’ll grow to be a wise man
Well, I ask if I’ll grow old

You ask me if I’ve known love
And what it’s like to sing songs in the rain
Well, I’ve seen love come
I’ve seen it shot down
I’ve seen it die in vain”

Bon Jovi – Blaze of Glory That song finally makes all sense.

Being over 50’s not a sin
It can be though a shame
You may feel embarrassed
If you let that bullshit in
Important life’s domain
To get you – to be harassed

It feels confident at once
“Been there, done that” you say
You turn on any girl
If you can get a chance
Be it as it may
With “the experience” spell

Regrettably, the chances come less
less lasting and frequently
The luck tends to occur
Shamefully must confess
No time to press it gently
“The must” is to conquer 

Be more a connoisseur
That what you should aspire
Life's lesson you must gain
That any mademoiselle
Will lay there a trip wire
Which brings you lots of pain

And that pain’s a nuisance
It doesn’t go that quick
As once it used to go
You don’t fast heel the bruises
You’re now “an older prick”
Your hurts recede so slow

Still, slow ahead you plough
Hoping to get some score
Knowing the clock is ticking
Hoping against it though
Trying to live bit more
Before “the bucket’s kicking”

Over 50’s not a blame
May not feel like success
If you become a bore
Can be both sin and shame
So go ahead I guess
We have to sin bit more
We’re here again
To score
Regardless of the pain

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”

Oscar Wilde – An Ideal Husband