a seventieth new poem ... 'sue barker'

She shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary her, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning on
BBC Breakfast we will remember then – 
She is still alive, still well, forever flirting
Shamelessly with John McEnroe, laughing
Generously at Tim Henman's 'jokes'.