The Lady Down the Lane

Revving the Ante She ploughs down the sidewalk on steeled chrome A free spirit victorious of sorts over senile dementia Got a quad-bike for her birthday and defeats her age Che Guevara bandana nestles her orange purple hair Bells and whistles attached to a gargantuan lip ring A modern crusader in cruise control defying the odds The sweet smell of illicit indulgence drifts on the path To heavenly peace with painful joints doped into joy That she never surrendered when age has crept in She sports the number tattoo on her kind forearm Of times she surpassed from evil camps to survive Her sunken cheek bears an inked motto ‘sod botox’ The world is too poisonous without cheeky remarks And turmoil has given way to mindfulness’s peace In which she flows past barriers and speed checks One day she was not there any longer on the road Of infinite wisdom screeching through memory lane But I shall take a tender leaf from her journey and pray 13th March 2020