Poem captures what it’s like to get older
Carol Burrows, 78, is an amateur writer and poet.
It’s A Great Life
Life sometimes makes you sick
mother nature plays dirty tricks
now days I droop and sag
like a well-used vacuum bag.
Lines and hollows by the miles
a road map invades my dial
not so very nice to see
but behind it all I’m still me.
My hair turned white over night
it’s quite a scary sight
blue eyes have faded fast
well hidden though behind the glass
sunken cheeks sunken lips
the fat has shifted to my hips
turkey neck what the heck
I’m just an ageing wreck.
the clothes I wear help to cover
the parts I endeavour to keep under
long pants loose dresses hide the bulge
that time has added to my package
no more hot pants, minis or bikinis
leave those things to the tweenies
granny dresses and scarves are neater
on stiletto heels I no longer teeter
I might look slightly jaded
the bloom of youth has long since faded
but give me a good old game of scrabble
I’ll bet I’ll beat you under the table.
A life well lived with plenty of fun
and too many hours spent in the sun
I’ve enjoyed each moment of love and laughter
who knows when I leave what comes after.
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