I sit here, 67, viewing those of similar age
And it seems that being feeble with them is all the rage,
I watch their wheely walkers as they totter round the town
Are they craving for attention or are they scared of falling down?
They have voices that are quavery and hair that’s grey and thin
And it seems they’re lacking confidence in the body that they’re in,
As I view their stooping gait and their tired, pained expression,
It looks like old and feeble has been made into a profession.
Are they from the kind of culture that equates their age with frail,
So if they don’t use their walking aids they’ve had an image fail,
Whatever, I’m bewildered by those who revel in their frailty,
So I’ll go dancing with my toy boy to the best of my ability!
26.02.2015