Well, here I are at 65 and thinking, as one does
how did the years go flying by so fast
what did I do with all that time, what more could I have done
which prompts a thoughtful visit to the past
My childhood, uneventful, except for World War 2
but that I really did not understand
then school was over, off to work, some money in my pants
but wages back in those days were not grand
I took up golf, I wasn't bad, but ‘twas a lonely life
and girls, they seemed more interesting then
forgot the golf, I built a bike and started a new sport
I entered in a whole new regimen
Just marking time it seemed I was, till National Service time
now do I want to tell you all ‘bout that
two wasted years, then coming out, back to an office life
my future prospects seemed to be quite flat
I had some help, I needed it, not going anywhere
for that I will be grateful till I die
it changed my life, my prospects soared for I was on my way
and I became a better, kinder guy
Just thinking back, a salesman’s life, successes, quite a few
more confidence as I matured each year
then came the day, decision made, to Canada I’d go
I knew that I’d succeed, nothing to fear
Just sitting here reflecting, on the years before that trip
brings back a memory, a grateful thought
I really was quite lucky, with some staunch and loyal friends
who gave me their advice and their support
But that was less than half my life, the rest has been as good
particularly that of help and friends
my start here in Vancouver, as eventful as it was...
But that, dear friends, is where this story ends.
I might sit down another day and write about the rest
Toronto, it’s the poor mans Camelot
the folks I met, the friends I had, the jobs I won and lost
but on the other hand, I just might not...
G.W.H. Nov.7/98
