My sonnet 2
When your best-before date becomes less blurred
“Can he still manage”: is what you have heard
There’s not enough dye to cover your grey
You need a hearing aid. What did they say?
You are two sizes down, because you’ve shrunk
Whatever is left of that one-time hunk
You look amazingly good, you’ve been told
What they mean is, you have really grown old
And the time of day? For them it’s autumn
But they are wrong, and that’s what I tell them
In my mind it’s always spring, I stay young
A tolling bell? For me it hasn’t rung
Will I return to dust? No I will not
For I live on in the children I’ve got