Wednesday 19 April 2017

62 and Counting


62 and Counting

When I was five I dreamed of being ten
When I was ten I was shy.
While I was shy I turned into a teenager
And then blossomed into a reluctant flower arranger.
In twenties and thirties I brought up a family
And went back to work, somewhat unhappily.
The forties were roaring and took their toll,
The skin sagged, the eyes deepened, I was out of control.
At fifty-five a mid-life crisis made me redundant
But by sixty-one life seemed easier and abundant
With offers of dinner, holidays in the sun.
But you can’t help but wonder ‘where has it gone?’
62 and still counting
waving or drowning?


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