Introduction
Lately, I seem to write a lot about ageing and old age. It makes me wonder if I’ve exhausted my earlier life as a source of ideas or whether, indeed, old age brings the focus home to the body in ways that others might only experience during illness. Old age may not be a sickness, but it is the gradual breakdown of one’s body, which increasingly demands more attention and time. It certainly brings focus into the now.
I realise old age is unromantic, often unattractive and, for some, a taboo subject like death; something they’d prefer to avoid. So, rather than rabbit on, today I’ve decided to post six of my most recent poems on some of the awkward truths of old age without comment. Make of them what you will.
Six Poems for your Consideration and Entertainment
It tickles me to write about being old. At times, I suspect people may find my interests a bit odd or of no interest whatsoever to anybody under the age of 50, 60, or even 70, when bodies are still relatively intact. But if I don’t talk about the last bit of life, who will? For what it’s worth, here are my contributions for today.
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Thanks, Deb. It’s not popular topic, but at my age, it’s essential to write about it.
Thank you for these wonderful poems about ageing, Lindy.
I’m glad you got a giggle, Steve 🙂 Thanks for reading.
Medi-go-round? Perfect!
Dear Julie,
Thank you for taking the time to read. Your joyful words are always welcome and a salve to my soul.
Oh Lindy, how amusing, and thought provoking. Knickers and tickers, hey. Your poetry is as stimulating as your prose.
Love always
Julie Cahill. Xx
Thanks for reading, Veronica. I wondered where you’ve seen those poems before…as I’ve not used them on here in the past (I checked). The are new, not newish online. Maybe I sought your critique on them early on.
The new nickers thing was a middle-aged single thing. Not everybody was single then of course.
I agree we have to take this ageingn businss in our stride with humour as I do here
Thanks for your kind comment, Belinda. People really do hide from things that make them feel uncomfortable, don’t they? Silly buggers. Just think how they will suffer when their time comes LOL
Great poems Lindy. You nailed it with a brilliant spark of humour. I may be a few years younger but absolutely grossed out an acquaintance by disclosing that I have taken to carrying a spare pair of undies in my handbag. Part of life lovey, I told her horrified face.
Thanks for sharing
Dear Lindy
Thanks for your six newish poems. I have seen a couple before, but it’s always a pleasure to re-acquaint with them.
It’s funny about the new knickers and bag when going away.
I must be different, as the only time I recall doing that was in preparation of my long ago honeymoon. Along with lacy, soon to be removed, sexy nighties. And I think the only way to really get to accept our age deterioration, is to look at it with humour.
Always a joy.
Love, Veronica xx
Thanks, Val. I love that you recognise some of my allusions 🙂 And, yes, feeling like a woman never really changes, does it?
Thank you for your collection of poems, Lindy.
I always enjoy reading your poems.
You tell the facts with a touch of humour to lighten a serious moment.
I like your approach to old age and share your views. New bags and nickers
Reminds me of some of my travels and the fact that even older women love our underwear to be feminine and to be prepared at all times
Keep well and keep writing, dear Lindy x