Old, Oh, Goodness

Old? Oh, Goodness! The old lady is jiggling the bed! With her earphones on, bobbing her head, Tipping her shoulders to front and back, To up and down — her chest the same. If the partial-paralysis hadn’t set in so Eight months ago, she’d be in a quick go Up jigging across the room to reel with That Irish, God-praising banjo she listens to. Old lady, her moves shaking the sheets off! Quite a sight to see! And, too, With the angels around her bed clapping in time And tapping along to the beat of joy’s music. Her physical therapist had said to keep moving, “There’s no such word as ‘can’t’ and you Aren’t old ’til you hit three digits,” which means, The old lady tallies: she has three decades Of swaying, twisting, bowing and turning to go! ———————————————————————- (c) sally Young eslinger 1/18/221 Thanks be to God