My lips are sealed

I've packed quite a lot into my young life. The last forty years or so have been eventful though not always happy, still I shouldn't complain, it wouldn't do me any good if I did and some of those years I couldn't complain about even if I wanted to, and I can't tell you why. The powers that be have for bade me to, well they did thirty years ago and the statute of limitations or whatever it is we have in this country hasn't run out yet.

I'm not even sure if it does run out; perhaps it lasts until you pop your clogs, in which case my lips are sealed forever. Ok I admit that when I have spent the night in the company of a lady whom I trust implicitly, I may have run my gob off, but the content of said gobbing off doesn't really make for relaxing mood inducing pillow talk. More often than not I was asked to change the subject, Some people just aren't impressed, so I suppose my secrets must die with me, they are not that important any more.

Far more exciting things are happening in the world nowadays, years ago there used to be a dramatic news item every few weeks, now we are faced with them every evening. Violence is a way of life, and we are becoming more used to it, the world's gone crazy people rant. Well let me tell you, the world has always been crazy, and if my lips weren't sealed, I could tell you why.