That Imperious Urge - For Contest

That Imperious Urge He said the Golden Years are all the rage Aye, it was more a shuffling two-step dance thus did I run to greet this coming craze of those just old enough to take the chance. Classes I assumed would teach the Rumba my glasses and my hearing aid – but props bones that clatter in pursuit of Zumba gyrations fear – the racket will not stop. Trapped amid memories in the attic my doctors say I must stay hydrated now that I’m a homebound geriatric my bladder feels constantly inflated. Thus do I stand and wait for water flow to quell the urge that said I had to go. 9/16/2016 submitted to – Which of the Four Would You Choose – Poetry Contest