Wise

7 January 2013

I’m nothing like the old, old men I used to know.

They had the air of being wise,

Informed, experienced,

Though not available for counsel, guidance, or advice.

These old, old men would wear non matching socks,

And trousers, coats from different suits

From different periods of buying in the past.

And if they spoke at all

Their wheezing, guttural semi-whispers were

Too hard to understand. “But they are wise!”

My father lectured and my mother taught.

Ergo - I am not old.

Two Ladies

23 December 2012

I was walking in the sunshine

In the street this Sunday morn.

I was wearing only slippers

‘cause my skin was badly torn

Leather Dress

25 December 2012

The clocks they use in old age homes

To top speed they are set.

While I reflect on morning tea

I’m told to go to bed.

I met a girl at morning tea,

A clinging leather dress

And shoes with heels three inches high

And hair unruly set.

The nurse insists I go to bed.

Completed is the day.

But I am still at morning tea

Not knowing what to say.