There I was
Sitting in the waiting room,
Waiting for the vampire
To draw some blood from me,
Hopefully arm, not neck,
When they come in.
A couple,
Not in the first flush of youth,
She with walking sticks,
Him dragging on behind.
They sat down near me,
She rummaged in her handbag,
He felt for something in his pocket,
Out they came,
Both took out their mobiles.
So very strange from a couple,
A couple like them.
I would expect nothing less,
Nothing less from youngsters,
(By youngsters I mean
Anybody under fifty)
But they were in the twilight,
Twilight of their lives,
But they became so intent,
So intent on their mobiles,
That it seemed so very strange,
So very strange to me.