Self defence kicks in — a poem
For decades now the ageing horde
has been a coming thing
looming and glooming and secretly booming
and while I’d been dreaming my life away
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Tantrum — a poem about realising that life is long
My mother said that seventy years
is plenty of years and after that
you’re a nuisance a mistake
you’re a burden to the state.
We are your templates — a poem about growing old
When we bang on about our trips
and our memoirs and our blogs
and our grandchildren (the best of kind)
The rise of the new unyoung — a poem
It’s the lot of our lot to figure it out
nobody but us, the oldish,
the unyoung, the new old, can work it out
how to be the age we are
Middle age — a poem
“Middle age” became a thing
when I was middle aged
a snorty phrase
as if that dazzling time of life
is nothing, not even a noun