They found her, sitting on a bench
In the market place, listening to the music.
Black jeans and red lipstick, T-shirt with
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Dark sunglasses, and long silver hair
Folded loosely in a plait over her shoulder.
Oh god Mother, when is this going to stop!
Your 75 years old , the mother smiled
At her adult child and said
You aint seen nothing yet !!
Welcome back Debbie and brilliant poetry. Love it.
Slide into your grave having lived life right to the end. i've heard there's a club called ' A Dig in the Rave" Now that sounds like a gig. Love it, defiant , positive, bring it on
I Like it!
It takes a lifetime to get old so you might as well enjoy it….good stuff
Intriguing- I want to know more. Like the idea of growing old disgracefully.