Changes

Life begins at fotty
Or so a've bin towd
Life'll bi sa grand
Coz fotty in't owd,

But wen i 'it t'big 4 0
It wan't all that good
Mi body started acting weird
N' no bugger understood,

I tried to tell em 'ow i felt
N' wot wa' gooin' on
I tried to tell em…"I aint mad"
Mi mind's not yet gone,

T'mood swings, n' neet sweats
N' even t'need for a nap
Wa all to bi expected
As i tun daan t'hermostat,

Forgerrin' this, forgerrin' that
Wor' am i goona do
Reet it daan n' mek a list
Thar'll get mi through,

A tell em not to worry
That ma 'll be ok
She's just a bit tired reet naa
It wain't all'as be this way,

But they look at mi reet funny
N' 'tut' in disbelief
I hate way they did that
N' gi'em all some grief,

Way, a noos a already tell'd em
T'mood swings to expect
If they're gonna push it
They'll gerr'it in t'neck,

So it seems, I'm on mi ooan
To ride this latest storm
As t'changes they continue
N' it all becomes t'norm,

To find mi'sen burning up
N' sweating from every pore
I really dun't care if they're freezing
Am op'nin' t'bloody door!

Yorkshire Dialect Poetry
© Janice Carrington .