AGING GRACEFULLY, Wizard Award Winner Options

[Cybele]

Here you go James, crit away!


[b]REVISIONS IN ITALICS



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(All rights reserved by Grace Galton as an unpublished poem)



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[Cybele]

G'day Arn,  

Sorry ta keep yer waitin fer an answer cobber, but I've been rushing around as fast as me old pins'll carry me getting ready to shoot through to Spain fer a week. Boy, am I tuckered out now!  

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.

'Er, I thought it was only my vest that behaved like that Arniee.

Most this stuff above is about sheila's,

Yeh, Arn, but that's prob'ly 'cos I am a sheila, ennit?

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.

Glad ter bring back some happy memories fer yer Arn. What power a sheila could wield in those days by flashing a suspender clip.

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

Kind thought matey. Yer blood's worth bottlin'.    

Glad yer got a kick outta this one Arn.