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Old Enough

How do you know you are old? When do you get the first glimmer? For the mirror can lie If you pass quickly by And you don’t give a damn you’re not slimmer. You’ll... Read More

For Jean, on turning Seventy

Our grandmothers, in days gone by Once they had reached a certain stage, Were suitably attired in black And deference was paid their age. The Biblical old use-by date For most of t... Read More

What’shername?

Octogenarian is a term that I hate Along with its mate geriatric; And if anyone ever applies them to me I know I will do something drastic. Over the hill is another I loathe, And w... Read More

Exercise Class

Exercises start at nine We stand before our leader Who shows us how to bend and stretch - Though sometimes we don’t heed her. Some of us are young and slim And some of us are... Read More

Vanishing cream

I bought a jar of face cream just the other day And, entré nous, it really was expensive; Could I believe the wondrous claims it made? The list went on, and it was most extensive. ... Read More

Reality check

When Romeo wooed Juliet To profess his everlasting love He had to reach her balcony Situated high above. He was young, and fit and strong And never had a thought of failing Unl... Read More

Coming Apart At The Seams

I’m coming apart at the seams I am I’m coming apart at the seams I never thought in my wildest dreams That I’d be coming apart at the seams. When I was young I’... Read More

Here Comes Lazarus

If ever you’re stricken with Polymyalgia You’ll look back on your life With a sigh of nostalgia When you walked without effort To run you were able And you had enough o... Read More

The Closed Door

The house next door is empty now My neighbour gone to the care of strangers Her eyesight and her memory failing She could no longer live alone. There was no time to say goodbye She... Read More

Reunion '95

Most of us were sweet sixteen Some fifty years ago. All starry eyed and dreaming dreams And hearts with fire aglow. We’d seek our fame and fortune too The world would be our oyster But one... Read More

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