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When You'Re 70

When you’re 70.           A pondering by Michele Angell.

OK, so in June, I became  seventy, 
That’s a nice round figure to be,
I still have some of my own teeth 
And with glasses, I’m still able to see.
My skin is not quite as firm
 As it was  just a few years ago,
And my bottom is   heading down south, 
On an uncontrolled ‘go slow’.
My bones and my body do ache,
 Arthur Itis is not a good chap,
And I can’t wait to see just how fast
  My boobs take to end up in my lap.
However, my mind is still a bit  quirky
 And my thoughts are  just as mad,
I’ve space in my imagination, for
 …well, at least minutes of fun to be had.
My body may be in decline
 But my mind is as active as ever,
Although it sometimes fails, 
To string two ideas together.
No, being 70 is not at all
What  it’s really cracked up to be,
But it’s better than pushing up daisies,
I’m  alive, but a silly old me.

Copyright © Michele Angell | Year Posted 2020



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An Alien Abroad

An Alien abroad.             Another pondering by Michele Angell

I see you have made more changes, wherever I seem to roam,
To this beautifully landscaped  place you lovingly  call home,
It is certainly more efficient, with countless new inventions,
And I know you want the best, but not always with good intentions.
The wood for building looks stunning, the slate tiles are wonderful too,
The open log fires in the lounges, keep you warm in the winters so blue.
The furniture has lots of style, cushions plump and good for a nap,
The cupboards, the carpet, the bedding, a wonderful artistic trap.
But now it’s time to stop, to think about what you have done,
To ask yourself, if what you have,  isn’t damaging someone.
The forests which supply your wood, is disappearing  fast,
Slate quarries opening up the ground,  with holes so vast
That machines with their dirty engines, noise and pollution
Can work non stop, for your new decorating solution.
Nearly everything man made, has  planetary destruction,
It seems so wrong, so thoughtless, here’s my deduction -
MY species is planet wise, where we use only what we need,
I won’t ever be back until you stop killing the Earth with your greed.

Copyright © Michele Angell | Year Posted 2020


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