Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Poetry Thursday 44 - Quartet



Quartet

The grey pound on the door of death
or is it about spending hard earned money?
Slightest exertion and out of breath
And we look forward to the taste of milk and honey.
Old age is no place for sissies.

If with computer expertise - we become silver surfers.
What is it with the pigmentation fetish?
The calmness, experience and intelligence of years
is the world too afraid of us to cherish?
Old age is no place for sissies.

Memory, detail and pace can confuse,
can’t remember breakfast but bygone events are clear.
The way we speak may be patronised and amuse.
Life is lived short term without fear.
Old age is no place for sissies.

Bits may break down, stop or need medication –
a foreign statement misunderstood by the young.
We are able, confident and seek approbation
for the life lived and things we've done.
Old age is no place for sissies.
©David L Atkinson January 2013


God Bless