Sports car

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

21^st May 2014