Des, what time is it?
Seventy two.
Not your age you silly bugger;
What's the right time?
It's never the right time when
you're seventy two.
Jasus, I give up...
And so you should.
Should what?
Give up asking people the time
when they're seventy-two.
Tee hee hee! (But you know you're only as old as the woman you feel :)) t x
Never give up asking people the time. Now, this is a witty, cute-funny vignette, and I love it. The time exists for us to ask it. Put it in it's proper place. Great! xxElysabeth
jerry - Very cute, but would be confusing to many of my neighbors, See my poem, 'The Secret of Old Age'. Best wishes - Cheryl
AMUSING.......really amusing..... humor in poetry to shove loneliness away piece that makes one giggles...i can just imagine me reaching seventy-two.... 10++++++++++++++
Just so. Time out, already! (and I am only 64 as of yesterday) . P.S. I wonder what Allie thinks of T McH's comment.
stimulating humour. i cannot comprehend what being 72 felt like.
Be grateful for the little things.... wouldn't it be worse were you asking, Seventy Who? ? Amused and amazed as usual Jerry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quirky, fey, great fun. Love this e e cummings style piece about forgetting. Allie xxxx