Still Looking Good

I’ll be her - that lady over there

The one who is walking tall with very grey hair

She doesn’t seem to mind being old

Excuse me lady

Will you be my mould

Look she is still walking tall and smart

Perhaps not so fast but definitely with heart

Did she wake up one morning and ask

Where time has gone

Or did it creep up

On her slowly like the evening bird’s song

A smart hat upon her head

A long woollen coat

The sort I used to dread

Covered hands with gloves and underneath who knows

Slightly bent fingers to do up elderly clothes

Why do I want to be like her

Because it could be worse

Feelings expressed now in this little verse

I’m thinking of ageing and whether it is good or bad

Still I’m only half way there and the life

I’ve already had

It may have been full of ups and downs

But really I would say I am rather proud of being 40

still a young woman some would say

I thought of that old lady when I walked through

The park with my brisk walking

And wondering how long until dark

I thought and I wondered how warm is she today

With her curly fingers and her hair

Gone so grey

I guess sometimes we only see the things we touch

Forgetting that people’s feelings

Don’t count for so much

So when you feel forty it’s no time to gloat

But to start to think this winter

I’d be better with my coat