Goldfinch60

Am I Just Getting Old?

The bell went and I answered the door,

There stood before me was a young lady,

A beautiful young lady.

Hello I thought, was this my lucky day?

But no, she had a parcel in her hand,

A parcel for my neighbour

Who was at work,

Would I mind looking after it.

The young lady would put a note,

A note through the neighbours door.

Of course I took it in,

Anything to help others.

Then immediately I wrote these words,

As what I couldn’t understand

That this young lady was driving,

Driving a van,

Surely she was much too young to drive,

Or is it that I am just getting old?