Getting Old? A writer of Poetry comments.

It comes to us all – but when will we fall?

‘Til death closes in on us we must walk tall

The papers try to make us scared of dying

And the terrorism gives us fear of flying

Then we get news from the National Health

That we may not have our brains even if we have our wealth

This doesn’t mean they are necessarily wrong

But does it make your heart beat with song?

We worry about what foods we are buying to eat

If we’re going to enjoy choccies we better be discrete

Some meals cause high cholestrol some drink makes us diabetic

If we excercise too much it’s bad so don’t be too atheletic

Then there’s those creeping hairs of grey

You can feel people increasing their scrutiny looking at you and thinking hey

This person is more or less officially old now!

And you’re thinking back – “quit your looking at me you moody cow”

Now the news says we get happier as we get older

So writing this poem idea made me get bolder.

Penny Nair Price

Aged 58 years young!