(Written to celebrate my 60th birthday on May 9th, 2013)
When I was young, I was naĩve.
What I was told, I did believe.
I hadn’t yet evolved a filter,
To block stuff that was out of kilter.
When I was ten years old, I thought
That god existed! I’d been bought.
Where is the evidence, my friend?
Show me your god! (And – what’s your end?)
When I was 20, all my mind
Was filled with thoughts of techie kind.
I rarely thought outside the box,
Or challenged ideas orthodox.
When I was 30, my work took me
To foreign lands. And doubt did hook me.
Too often, seeking truth’s a dream,
And “facts” ain’t always what they seem.
When I was 40, I did test
My bullshit meter. It worked best
Dissecting politicians’ thoughts,
And finding faults in news reports.
When I was 50, and my beard
Turned grey, I questioned all I heard
In media and politics.
Was nothing there but dirty tricks?
And now I’m 60, I do know
That most of what I’m told ain’t so.
So, if you want me to be couth,
You’d better tell the bloody truth.