Novel idea

My shoes let in the water when it rains My coat lets in the cold My hair never looks the way I want it to look I have no style or grace When I sing it’s always off key I have so many bills to pay I don’t have a car I never bothered to learn how to drive There are so many books that I should have read Movies I should have seen I can never remember my passwords Facebook, Twitter, email I’m fast approaching 50 years old Where the hell did my life go?I’ve never been good at DIY I struggle to change a fuse But I think I'm ok at poetry Well good enough to scrape by My jeans may be ripped but I bought them that way Never too old to keep up with styleI’ve written many notes for a novel idea I don’t think it will come to fruition One thing I do well is procrastinate If you like I could give you a lesson Let’s go to the pub and knock a few back I’m in the mood for a session I know I’m not the sharpest tool in the box Didn’t do very well in school My brain never seems to take things in It never retains information I’m always plagued with terrible self doubt Never trusted my own judgement I apologise when it isn’t my fault Someone walks into me I say sorryAt the end of the day though I wouldn’t change Because I do quite like being me.