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.
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