A Heavy Right Shoe
by Gary McKie
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On most Friday nights, just after dark,
You can see them gather in your local car-park.
With spotty faces inside shiny red cars,
Rather like aliens from the planet Mars.
Windows wound down and music too loud,
Side panels thumping and faces all proud.
They sport round the park on four wheels then two,
All seemingly tarred with a heavy right shoe.
As round and round, then too and fro,
Like their prospects in life they have nowhere to go.
And as evening wears on and the chips go cold,
They try to imagine what it's like to get old.
For thirty is old and forty is done,
As they think of their dad saying, "look here son!
I've been there and done it and got the T-shirt,
You'd better wise up, in case you get hurt ".
But tired with the effort on their tiny wee brains,
They rev up the engines to silent acclaims.
Out of the car park with a screeching and screaming,
Music now louder to aid in their dreaming.
Down the road, with its twists and turns,
Faster and faster as the fuel she burns.
Here's another corner, like the one before,
As their Dad's words of warning go right out the door.
But unfortunately life can deal a bitter sweet blow!
And sometimes its wise to heed the word slow.
For a car is just tin and people will break
When spread on the road like a bag of mince steak.
No longer do they wave to their family and friends,
Nor screech down the road like the world never ends.
Oh I remember it well, for those where the days,
But now I am older and have mended my ways!!!
My music's not so loud and my car's not bright red.
The only sporting I do now, is inside my head.
For my legs don't move and my necks in a brace,
And I get to tackle life at a much slower pace.
Still I'm the lucky one or so the doctors say
As I fight for precious life, day after day.
Do I regret it? I don't think I do,
Just bad luck I was born with a heavy right shoe!!!
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