Oh My, I’m Growing Old
Younger women have swept me from their lives
as they would gray hair from their floors. Still, hope lives.
Lately I have turned to women of my own age.
They can’t cope with sports talk. They lead boring lives.
We drink green tea, play mahjong, gossip, read
aloud lewd stories of Pope, Yeats, poets’ lives.
We raise martinis to Dorothy Parker.
We drink two, three, four. With us hope lives.
Should I find myself underneath someone, I plead
“Let’s elope!“…Loneliness forgives our lives
and is best played as a team sport. Older women
saved my life. Hear! Hear! A toast to living nine lives!
Oh My, I’m Growing Old
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Re: Oh My, I’m Growing Old
Trite. Like Dorothy Parker. There is a seniors only place in n FL called The Villages. Reminds me of that