Sports car
Once upon a
time she used to drive a sports car
But nowadays
she doesn’t get very far.
And these
last few years she is not so agile,
Every day
she becomes a little more fragile.
She’s very
elderly, quickly feels the cold
Old age has crept
up and has taken hold.
Usually so
healthy who now needs assistance
Now not so
wealthy with little resistance.
‘I hate being
like this, relying on you,
From combing
my hair to making a brew;
Watching and
waiting after my bathe
But glad you’re
there, as I don’t feel very brave.’
She’s lived
a life so busy and full,
Now she can’t
do that much at all.
She sits and
sleeps for most of the day,
Her aches
and pains will not go away.
In her twilight
years she has become
A burden to
her children, doesn’t feel like mum.
Her hair is
thin so is her paper skin.
Years have
passed since she lost next of kin.
It is no fun
but she takes me aside
‘But I can
talk and still have all my pride!
I do try to
laugh and have some fun
In
retirement now my work is all done.
I’ve lost
some use of my limbs and my teeth
But I’m
still a young, fit girl underneath!
I might be
sluggish and somewhat slow
But I still
have my brains and some time to go!
We might
have this chat more than twice
As I’m a
little forgetful and less precise
But you know
I have cleaners and carers,
Have my
meals cooked, life couldn’t be fairer!
So don’t
feel so sorry I’ve had a good time
And really
deep down, I’m still in my prime!
I still drive
that sports car when I reminisce
And of my
age, I try to dismiss!'
Linda Lawrence
21st
May 2014
