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?
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Why do people keep looking younger to me? I wrote these words within five minutes of taking in the parcel. Something other than Pachelbel's canon.
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Yes. You are!
But just remember you too are getting older each moment.
Andy
But im never gonna catch up with you old timer
But we are very old, you and I. Are we even older now?! heehee.
Yes I have lost count of the millennia we have been around.
Andy
Wjhats wrong with getting old? Where do I start???
People tell me i don't look my age but by heck I feel it.
You can bring a beautiful young woman to my door any morning you care with a delightful read like your post today sir.
I know that, we are still here and cannot go yet as we still have too many people to upset!
thanks for your kind words.
Andy
erm, age is but a number my friend
when we were young
we couldn't wait to get older, remember?
no, dear poet
I don't think it the fact that you getting 'older'
its just that humanity
as always, comes in all shapes and sizes
but our fear of rejection, denotes
we herd ourselves into groups
that reflect our sense of self
and then stay, in those groups..
but its good to branch out, sometimes
people watch from atop a cafe
at a shopping centre or park
and insure our eyes never forget
the wondrous diversity: of human nature...
Very true Mek, age has never worried me I just appreciate every day that comes to me.
Andy
You could call this the three ages of man, I suppose…
In the days of my youth we were all fumbling about , attempting to find our way through that terrible time of unfulfilled lust.
In middle age, if I attempted conversation with a young woman more than twenty years my junior, I could be styled as a dirty old man.
Today, in my senior years, young women, perceiving me as harmless, are happy to chat….and I enjoy that very much….
Thanks for the write, Andy.
Very true Dave, glad you enjoyed it.
Andy
Hi Andy,
I see the young ones in my family all growing up and I consider myself lucky that I’m not, 😉
Nice work.
JP
So do I sometimes John, thank you.
Andy
Tis like the police men - they all seem too young to be out on the beat said my elderly neighbour a few years ago - now they begin to look like that to me..........
So right Fay, but that is the norm, like the ‘old boy down the road’ he is probably younger than me! Lol
Andy
You know one is old, when all one can do is look - well enough talking about me.
True Suresh but as long as I get up every morning I know all will be wonderful.
Andy
Good write, Andy. They do look so young.
They surely do Jerry.
Andy
only in your body,your mind will always write
So true ron, so true - thank you.
Andy
you`re welcome
You just nailed it squire ... and any way, I was not gonna be left out now .. woz I ........................... 🙂
Of course you would never be left out Neville.
Andy
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