From where do I begin,
Underwhelmed, disappointed and shocked,
These were the emotions that flocked,
Unsolicited advice being the most annoying of the lot,
Let me write my own plot,
I've done it so far,
And got this far,
So please keep your wisdom to yourself,
In the far corners of your own brain's shelf,
4 years of single parenting,
4 years of lamenting,
Whether I'm failing with the biggest job role of my life,
Perhaps this feeling of strife,
Is simply a waste of time,
He is at his prime,
Utterly naughty and full of ideas,
A saint and a thug,
All rolled in one,
No longer a little bun,
Here's hoping for a better 2026,
Where everything would eventually click.
