The
Gravity of Old Age
by Christine
Bryant
dcbryant@blueyonder.co.uk
Here
I am, I'm ninety-nine, still sprightly, full of tricks
But
when I'm standing on my head, I'm only sixty-six.
I've
exercised my sagging skin and yet, it's sagging still
Except when standing on
my head and then it's just a frill.
It's a different world
when you're old and curled and looking upside down
You
never have a runny nose and every smile's a frown
You
never dribble when you eat or leak each time you're laughing
And
of course, it's so much easier to find the soap when bathing.
You never have to use a
stick or speak to passers-by
You
never have to answer if you don't see eye to eye
So
if, like me, life right way up means every day's a failure
Just do as I did, board a
plane and settle in Australia.
©2010 Christine Bryant
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