Gravity of Old Age
I am, I'm ninety-nine, still sprightly, full of tricks
when I'm standing on my head, I'm only sixty-six.
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
never have a runny nose and every smile's a frown
never dribble when you eat or leak each time you're laughing
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
never have to answer if you don't see eye to eye
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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