I used to be a tough old bird,
Nothing ruffled me,
Then my health got knackered,
And I got sick, you see.
I let me feathers get fluffed,
And the wind went out of me sails,
I had a knackered this, and knackered that,
With all me ill's and ail's.
I suppose I let it happen,
I let things bother me,
It wore me down it really did,
Cos I was as mad as could be.
When I thought it couldn't get worse,
You've guessed it, yes it did!
But I didn't get upset,
Or even flip me lid.
I sat and had a think,
And decided ‘it's no good',
No more sitting and taking the crap,
And no more ‘knocking on wood'!
I decided off with the ‘new'
The ‘new' wimp that I'd become,
I wasn't going to sit around,
And get an even fatter big bum.
I decided on with the ‘old',
The ‘old' fighter that I was ‘before',
The tough little old cookie,
No wimp, and certainly no bore!
So off I went with me chin in the air,
And decided to storm through the days…
By lifting me shoulders, (high as I could),
And found all me strong willed ways!
I will never be beaten,
Nor will I ever give in,
I will fight to the end of me days,
And I sure as hell will win!
I've beaten back the flame of defeat,
Cos believe you me – it was there,
Very well hid, but now, well rid,
Cos I really, really, do care!
I ‘don't' care about what I ‘can't' do,
But paramount – in my head,
Is what I do and what I achieve?
What I accomplish before I am dead!
So, hello to the Catherine ‘before',
And goodbye to the Catherine of late,
For I have to be quite honest,
Wimps are my very pet-hate!
So if you never knew the ‘old' me,
Hang on to your hat…
‘Never give in' is my motto,
Cos I'm not having that.
Off with the new, on with the old,
I'm not prepared to worry or fret,
Nor will I whine and moan,
Positive thinking's my best bet,
So if I feel a slip coming on,
I'll turn to my best mate,
Cos next to ‘Swifty' I have to say,
My computer's really great!
I'm not all talk, as you may think I am,
Watch this space… ‘I will,' cos ‘I can!'