Older
As we grow older
The winters seem to grow colder.
We don’t remember much from last year.
But the happiness of long ago is very clear.
There may not be much silver in our hair
But a lady rises to offer us the rocking chair.
We introduce a friend and blush with shame
For just at the moment, we can’t recall her name.
Friends tell us we look no older than 10 years ago
But we know that isn’t so
For there’s an old mirror hanging in the hall
That doesn’t lie to us at all
As we step from the curb to the street
Keeping an eye on both feet
We pretend not to mind at all
As a kindly voice says, “Look out, don’t fall.”
We hardly know what to say or do,
As the handsome salesman showed us an old lady’s shoe.
But we shall laugh, not cry
As the sales lady hands us an old lady’s hat to try.
A.E. N.
Alma Nevatt
