Today, for a change, instead of posting my own writing I thought I’d let you see a poem written by my Mum. She died in 1992, but would have been chuffed to see her poem on the net. She had a terrific sense of humour.
This one is one of several she wrote about growing old.
Everything is so much further
Then it ever used to be.
The little shop around the corner
Seems twice as far to me.
The buses were always punctual
I could go with the greatest of ease.
But now they seem to be early
And my legs do just as they please.
The stairs are made so much steeper
I’m flat out when I get to the top
Amd the print in the papers is so small
That my eyes are beginning to pop.
I can’t do with the way people mumble.
I only hear half of the tale.
They tell me the news in a whisper,
Or shout till I feel I could wail.
The dresses are made so much tighter
Especially round waist and hips.
And diets are all in the fashion.
No goodies, like good fish and chips.
Even people are different this day and age
They all seem to look so much younger.
Yet people my age seem old and withdrawn
And look to be dying of hunger.
I met with a friend the other day.
She really looked old and withered.
I’m sure I look younger than that, I thought,
And I know I’m not half so bothered.
I looked in the mirror to see for myself.
For I’m really not ready to go on the shelf.
But a grey-haired old woman was looking at me.
Even mirrors are not like they used to be.
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I really enjoyed this Vivienne. I especially enjoyed the final verse as regards even mirrors not being what they used to be! Kevin
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I now understand what she was talking about, Kevin. She had a great sense of humour.
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This is a lovely poem, so real and funny, and free of self pity or stereotyping. Thank you for sharing it.
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I’m sorry not to have replied to your comment earlier, but I was away, and my iPad wouldn’t let me, for some reason.
Thank you for your kind comments. That was my Mum, just as you describe her poem.
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I relate to so much of this 😀
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me too. Age catches up with us all eventually, but Mum could laugh at it.
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I’m rather enjoying observing it happening 🙂
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Trouble is, i feel I can do something, then reality steps in and says ” Don’t be silly. With your knees?”
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Same here, though it’s the back and hips too… and we won’t mention the rest 😉
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Yeah! I have back, too. And toes. I recently had my big toe nail removed. It’s not yet healed, so I can’t kneel and get it on the ground. So much one needs to kneel for.
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Oh that sounds awfully painful!
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Not as bad as you would think, Anyway, it was awfully painful before that. Now it’s much improved.
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Glad to hear that!
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🙂
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