But Does It Really Matter

Far north of this countryside by Warrnambool I was dunce of the classroom where i went to school But going back the years this now seems long ago And time as is said becomes everyone's foe Some i went to school with are where the deceased do lay And the others like me are showing their years today And each individual's life journey has to come to an end We are born to die why otherwise pretend The bright boys of of my classroom i often wonder about Like me do they have their moments of self doubt From studying quite hard success they did achieve Knowledge does not come to the mind not open to receive In my late twenties and thirties i daydreamed of fame as a poet Wealthy and admired and of literary note But rhymers are many and poets are few And to this you may say do tell us what is new But does it really matter when all is said and done If any success in life i have never won The best years of my existence are in the long gone And my biological clock as ever ticking on