A Good Age

Short humourous poem

 

Birth was unexceptional

although exotic.

Happening as it did

in the Far East.

 

An exuberant early life

attracted many glances

and some comments.

Stripped off

in a few interesting places.

 

But then greying,

wrinkled, sagging.

Nothing more these days

than a bit of gardening

and occasional walk

to the shops.

 

Now though,

blotched and fading,

it is the end.

Twenty one.

Good age for a tee shirt.

Author's Note

All comments welcome.

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

I love this piece!! It is very fresh, creative, and original. It was very well done, and fun to read.