As My Birthday Looms...

Fifty-five years old?
It feels like eternity.
What have I done with all those years?
And what have they done to me?

Children I've neglected,
women who've done me wrong,
the times I've been rejected,
deep thoughts I've pimped for a song...

My brother George was dead by now.
Peter will nevermore walk this land.
My sad, insane little sister, Anne
Long dead by her own hand.

The majority of people alive today
never knew Jack Kennedy.
Hell, I remember Eisenhower,
so what does that say of me?

Jobs I've loved, I left,
for a nickel an hour more pay.
Jobs I hated, I kept,
to keep the bankers at bay.

The houses I've bought,
Hell, the houses I've lost...
All my silent secret shames...
Who knows just what the cost?

Fifty-five years old?
Too late, too late, I see
Just what I've done with all those years,
And what they have done to me...