33 and me

This Sunday will be all threes like Steph Curry for me.


As I sit here reflecting on my first 33 years of life (ahead of my birthday on Sunday 8th May), I’m reminded of how cliched it is to sit and reflect back on life on your birthday. So I won’t be doing it. Instead, I’ve written a poem to convey a few sentiments a little more beautifully.


At 23 it was yippee

At 33, it is now “Ah, my knee!”


It does seem a lot further to the ground,

For this philosophical “round mound of rebound”


But enough about the physical woes,

As I can still touch my toes


They say with age comes wisdom

However, things just seem more random


Born in the best decade,

But I do not suffer decadence,


How to best move forward,

As we struggle with our interdependence


I’ve come a long way,

But still a ways to go,


One needs the resilience

To overcome life’s rain, hail or snow


A single man,

Though I’ll never be alone


Wherever I will be,

There truly is no place like home


Forever on the outside,

Always looking in


Individuality can bite back hard,

But a noble cause lessens its sting


“It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile”,

Especially in a world full of idiots


With those content on de-beautification,

Making the world that more hideous


We don’t need to love everyone

Only a few


A resolute familial bond,

As stable as any church pew


The world I understand is dying,

And I don’t know what to do


Maybe a life as a recluse,

Is all I have to look forward to


I have so much to give,

But no one seems to listen


“It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us”,

And I only wish to glisten


The potential of the boy,

The actuality of the man


I will not be judged by what I can’t do,

But what I can.


In the words of Jay-Z, that is 22 two’s for y’all!

Whisky winners are grinners! Here's cheers! Photo by Martyn Foster.

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