AGING GRACEFULLY, Wizard Award Winner Options

[Cybele]

Here you go James, crit away!


[b]REVISIONS IN ITALICS



*Graphic provided by
Celtic Castle Designs

AGING GRACEFULLY



I’m past me sell-by date, I know;
Me steps don’t spring,
Me cheeks don’t glow
and I have noticed every day
me toes are getting farther away
when I try to touch ‘em.

But I can choose the clothes I wear
from market stalls
~ and who would care?
Me navel piercing looks its best
beneath me lovely thermal vest
when chill  winds  blow.

Me stockings and me lacy garters
no longer grace me lower quarters,
But rest in drawers in bright arrays.
reminders of me past hey-days
as a dolly bird.

Me hot pants and me knee-high boots
peroxide hair with its darker roots,
are now remembered with deep affection
along with me favourite Abba collection
in stereo on 45s.

Still in me heart there burns a fire
of girlish glee and sweet desire’
and love of life at any stage,
increased with every turning page
of me five year diary.


(All rights reserved by Grace Galton as an unpublished poem)



"|1114975539 -->

[Arnfinn]

How are you Grace?

You transferred the experimental poem mark 1 to this forum. :pharoah2

And she's a good'n Cobber.


I’m past me sell by date, I know;
Me steps don’t spring,
Me cheeks don’t glow
and I have noticed every day
me toes are getting  further away
when I try to touch ‘em.


Thats it Grace, that sadly is how it is!
Oh No!
But ole china plate, spose a lot of our friends never made it.
Nah! not sad at all, let's lap up all the youngins lookin after us.

I hate winter though, when I wears a singlet, I pulls it over me head and I spend about two minutes shadowboxing with me nose.


But I can choose the clothes I wear
from market stalls
~ and who would care?
Me navel piercing can take a rest
beneath me lovely thermal vest
when chill  winds  blow.

Me stockings and me lacy garters
no longer grace me lower quarters,
But rest in drawers in bright arrays.
reminders of me past hey-days
as a dolly bird.

Me hot pants and me knee-high boots
me peroxide hair with its darker roots,
are now remembered with deep affection
along with me favourite Abba collection
in stereo on 45’s.

Still in me heart there burns a fire
of girlish glee and sweet desire’
and love of life at any stage,
increased with every turning page
of me five year diary.

Most this stuff above is about sheila's, and I got good laugh about all ya past modes of dress.
Got me thinkin about when I was 18, I had a low slung car and I used to pick up this girl 'n drive her to work. I'd open the door, and she'd sit down and her dress would ride up to the top of her stockings 'n I'd see the metal clasp holdin them up. I'd get in the drivers side ta start the car an me hands were shakin so much I couldn't find the key hole. I was scared stiff, but I was right on time the next day ta pick her up again.
So you writing about ya stockings and garters was an important part of growing up when we were young. See-- what the modern youth are missing-out on these days. Yair I used to peroxide me hair when I was young too. I used ta go surfin,'n I had thick curly hair, a light gingery brown, no good if ya a surfer.

I got a real kick outa this poem Grace. I can't pick out one thing either grammatically or otherwise that's incorrect.

Grace this is one of your famous.
Actually, it's an education piece.






 :wizard:  :wizard:  :wizard:

I would have loved ta have put ya on a motor bike, but Emoticoms aint got one.





Arnie  :wizard: