GETTING OLDER! A poem of sorts by Ann Wilson

GETTING OLDER!




 

As I'm getting older,

my thirst for knowledge grows.

Why does the world keep turning

and who invented pantie-hose?

Things that never bothered me

are bothering me now.

Should I still be eating meat

if I feel sorry for the cow?

Global warming worries me

but doesn't stop me sleeping.

I keep trying to recycle things

but can't remember what's for keeping.

Obsessions with my body parts

take me over without warning.

My sluggish bowel and colon

feel the need for prunes each morning.

Keeping slim is such a chore

when you're a chocoholic.

Making love is cumbersome

if you're too fat to frolic!

When I go into a shop nowadays,

the staff look less than twelve.

Why is the thing you need the most

perched on the highest shelf?

I refuse to let my hair go grey,

and try to keep it blondish fair.

Fancy a tiger tattooed on each thigh

if only I would dare.

(and the pain of it could bear)

Maybe as the years go by,

I'm slightly batty and much bolder.

I'll have that tiger on each thigh

and a cub on either shoulder.

I could lounge in bed all day,

play rock music through the night

Go out without my knickers on.

Lose my teeth and look a fright.

But until then I'd better stay

'Mrs Dependable' and good.

Rather looking forward to old age

and not doing things I should!

MY FATHER a poem by Ann Wilson

My father, he was strict, like many fathers of his day,
I didn't always agree, with the things he had to say.
Though when I was much older, his words seemed very true.
And I tried to be the person that I know he'd want me to.

He taught me to be honest, never steal and not to lie.
Sometimes I rebelled and I know it made him cry.
Then when I was married and had a family of my own
He never lived to see my children grow and I felt so alone.

I will always miss him and wish we'd spoken a little more
But I know he'll always be the dad, I admire and still adore.
For he's right here in my heart, with my dearest mother too.
And I feel their presence guiding me in everything I do.


R.I.P Geoffrey T.G. Wilson 1913 - 1972