And I groan

I’ve reached an age that I promised myself would manifest as a teen

The gut slackens along with all my bodily sinew

The hair falls out

Accepting and rolling over to age like a dog that wants its belly scratched because it can’t do it himself

And I groan and make noises as I lift my frame from the floor

And I groan at the realisation that one day my friends will be no more

And I groan knowing full well that it won’t get better

And I groan

I remember a time of party hats, cheerio’s and tomato sauce where I could be anything

And I groan

I remember defying an ill conception of physics as the trainer wheels came off

And I groan

I remember the furious masturbation state of a teenaged boy caught up in himself who was going to change the world

And I groan

I remember the day when I poured pints for upper class pricks

And I groaned at the start of every shift

I still groan and continue to

I remember making good friends who took wing and left

And I groan

I remember far less than I should as life takes its tole

And I groan

I remember with horrible vividness the day my little brother died

And I groan

I was informed last week I owe the IRD cash

And I groan

I remember a time when I believed in myself

And I groan

I remember the people who believe in me

And I groan

I am too scared to live, but I don’t want to die

And I groan and I groan and I groan as I’ve grown

And I groan