Monica

You celebrated your 40th birthday last week
So I heard
At home with your mother
She brings you breakfast in bed
And sets your clothes out on a chair
Jerked out of the groove at 19
By a corner that came too soon
The bus collects you every morning
And you wave goodbye as you step aboard
Wiping mist from the glass
But seeing only with your eyes
Your journey stopped long ago
Dreams and ambitions
Replaced by three metal plates.