Oh Dear!

MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY
http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com.au/

OH DEAR!

Don't you just love this cartoon!

Old age is certain to come too soon!

And then the bits of tattoo art

Will very slowly make a start

To slide and slither, crease and crinkle,

Disappearing in each wrinkle,

Until that bird of Paradise

Becomes a shape that's not too nice.

It may look like a draggled chook!

And that is not the cutest look!

What's started out as a sweet love-heart

May soon migrate to some other part!

Down to the buttock it may slither

Where it may misshape itself and wither.

It may end up as a shapeless blob,

And, Granny, that will make you sob.

Piercings (another modern fad)

Are ghastly, but not quite as bad,

Because, when the silly age is past

You can get rid of them....and fast!

But tattoos, sweetheart, are for ever.

I don't think you have been too clever!

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PLASTIC ROMANCE

Said the Little Mauve Bike to the Little Green 'Thing'

'I always feel skittish in the Spring.

The Yellow Top Twins are a boring pair;

The way you look is much more rare.

It's clear you don't conform to the herd;

I'd like to be your Dolly Bird.'

(You must agree that it's fantastic

How I've found romance in some lumps of plastic!)

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Serene Senility

         Brenda Bryant

WEEKEND IN BLACK AND WHITE

http://blackandwhiteweekend.blogspot.com.au/

SERENE SENILITY

If only we could bear our scars as proudly as this tree,

And soldier on against all odds into senility!

It's felt the wind blowing harsh and strong and still it's stood erect;

It's felt the drought crisping at its toes and suffered the neglect.

It's known the rain and known the hail; it's been battered and been bruised;

The lightning's shivered round its limbs and it has felt misused.

It's wrinkled now and out of shape; the future's looking grim;

But like a banner it reveals its crude, misshapen limb.

Yet still it stands erect and proud, waving its crown of green.

As proud to be a part of life as it has ever been.

No Botox here, no magic creams, no startling cures for age,

For it accepts that senility is just another stage.

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CONVERSATION PIECE

And do they have a conversation

As they sit here in the sun?

Two old friends who've been together

Since their working lives were begun?

Do they discuss the sitters

When they get up to leave,

And when some go never to return

Do the two seats ever grieve?

'We haven't seen Sarah lately;

I wonder if she's been ill.'

(Sarah never did return

And the seats are waiting still.)

Seeing them sitting face to face

Casting shadows on the fence

Gives them a strangely human air.

But they probably talk more sense!

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The Greedy Old Lady

CARRY ON TUESDAY
http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com.au/
asks us to use the first line of an Emily Bronte poem
in blue

THE GREEDY OLD LADY

A little while, a little while,

Just a little longer.....

Though the days are growing short

I am growing stronger.

Life, which once was merely 'there' 

Now is such a jewel,

That not to have lots more of it

Would be intensely cruel!

Once, breathing in and breathing out 

Was something pretty boring

Now the mere mechanics

Are something worth adoring!

Life is such a miracle

I treasure every minute.

And, anyway, life can't go on

If I'm not included in it!

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ARRIVAL

(inspired by the photo)

I'd arrived

On the late flight from Amsterdam;

Cold, tired, hungry,

But, most of all,

Longing to meet you.

I rehearsed it all on the plane.

First, the long run down the escalator.

(Who would wait to be carried

On such a journey?)

Then the quick leap into

Your waiting arms.

The breathless kiss,

The whispered endearments,

The ride home on the bus;

The arrival at your flat;

The welcome, welcome, welcome

Home.

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I got the text message

As soon as I arrived......

'It's all over.....

Met someone else.....

Let's stay friends.....

Thanks for everything.'

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I stood still,

As life whirled on around me.......

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12. And Lo!

As a child I had a lovely old book which had as its theme 'There is no joy unmixed with woe.' (It was about crows. I'd appreciate information from anyone who's ever heard of it.) Well, the following is a variation on the same theme. It's the result of my having had a cataract operation yesterday!!!


AND LO! THE SCALES FELL FROM MY EYES!

I thought my skin was youthful
With just some laughter crinkles.
But now my cataracts are done
I see I'm full of wrinkles!