Seventy Plus

Now I turned seventy in July just past, So the rules of living are ended at last. I can wear the odd socks piled in the box, The other ones lost in the washing machine. I can walk around in bright flippers, Drive to the shops in my slippers. I can wear purple shirts with orange shorts, Never caring a fig for peoples retorts. I can go to bed early and get up late, I don't care who's waiting at the gate. They can stay if they want, or go, I don't care, I may look a sight, not bothered if they stare. If folk think it strange to see me like this, If they tell each other that things seem amiss. If it gets back to me I will just tell them thus, I don't give a damn, now I'm seventy plus! © Dave Timperley 21 August 2016