CELIA'S POEMS

            No 151  August 15

            After reading a poem today,

            Another subject I could use,

            Verses come into my head,

            Ones I don’t want to lose,

            The poem was very funny,

            All about us getting old,

            The young ones think we’re ancient,

            Or so I have been told.

            When you are about 15,

            Someone 30 is really passed it,    

            And if they’ve got to 50,      

            They’ve well and truly lost it.

            Well I’m just thinking where life’s gone,

            It does seem to have flown,

            And yet I’m thinking the last few months,

            Maybe, the worst I’ve known.

            I used to have a pony tail,

            Mini skirts and knee length boots,

            Now I’m covering up my legs,

            And the hairdresser does my roots.

            I watched the kids across the road,

            Now they’re watching me,

            I just dread if the day comes,

            When they feed me my tea.

            But now I’ve got more like the kids,

            Wouldn’t do as they were told,

            I still will do just what I want,

            Because I’m getting old.