Friday, 27 December 2013

a sixty fourth poem...'getting on'

Elsie was getting on.
In fact, she was in a retirement home,
Rounding the last bend, etcetera.
But as to where she would go thereafter
She didn't know.
She couldn't see into the future,
Let alone past the bridge of her nose
Where her long since misplaced
Pair of horn-rimmed spectacles
Remained.

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