Poem about the jumbled identity of a very old woman. A sweet old lady, a scarlet woman, a crow of intensity and more.Continue reading
At a time when nobody was very rich
a country vicar with six kids
was paid with a roof overhead
and a goose at the door
A poem about going to the gym at 75 and older. It’s all about which gym. When you find a senior-friendly gym everything comes right.Continue reading
On shelves and hooks it hangs and hovers/ always verging on too much/ and next year and every year/there will be more of such and such/ and more. More stuff.Continue reading
Old is a word that daily grows more vague
and more distasteful for the semi-old.
We dread the word because we dread the fact.
Older gives grammatical offence