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
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