WHAT’S IN STORE

WHAT’S IN STORE FOR ME WHEN I GROW OLD?

WILL I BE RESTING PEACEFULLY IN A MY CHAIR?

WILL I HAVE A CHAIR?

WILL I STILL HEAR THE CALL OF THE CUCKOO?

WILL THERE BE A CUCKOO?

WILL I BE SITTING LONELY IN MY ROOM,

WAITING FOR THE PRODUCTS OF MY WOMB

TO PAY THEIR DUTY CALLS?

WILL MY EYES BE DIMMED,

MY EARS BE DULLED,

MY HAIR GONE THIN,

MY TEETH ALL PULLED?

SWOLLEN JOINTS,

BREASTS ALL SQUISHY,

LIVER SPOTS,

FOOD ALL MUSHY.

STANDING AID

WALKING AID

HEARING AID

SITTING AID

DEPENDANT,

CRITICAL,

AFRAID,

LONELY,

SAD.

WILL I GET A PHONE CALL

OR A REMINDER IN THE POST,

SAYING “BRACE YOURSELF, OLD AGE IS CLOSING FAST”.

AND THEN I’LL SQUEEZE MY BUM

INTO A PLASTIC CHAIR

AND SHOUT

“COME ON, DO YOUR WORST,

YOU’LL FIND NO SLACKERS HERE”.

I’LL SIT AND THINK

AND REMEMBER ALL THOSE LOVELY TIMES

I THOUGHT THEY’D LAST ALWAYS.

WHEN YOUTH AND VIGOUR WERE ALL MINE,

ON THOSE GOLDEN SUMMER DAYS.