Bucket List

I don’t mind shivering in England

Sunnier climes

Were for different times

Those times are passed now

And my mind is more suited to rain and snow

As the days race by

A motion picture show

I escaped my mothers umbilical chord

Wrapped thrice around my fetal neck

I died at birth

And sailed a living wreck

And the steerage of my course is mapped

In piss-the -bed sheets and knuckles wrapped

In living I would live the pain

Of motherly indifference And fatherly disdain

In living never rise above

The orphans

Dark unworthy of.