Treasure Island

Sally Plumb Plumb

(23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Too Old

I'm too old to pump iron
and I'm far too fat to jog.
I'm much too old to have a mate
'cause I'm too old to snog.

I'm too old for stilleto heels...
that leaves me very sad,
but, I can still drink whiskey
and that makes me very glad.

Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013

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  • Ken E Hall (11/11/2013 4:48:00 AM)

    I'll drink to that Sally an' your not old either so keep on writing your words of wonder an' take up dancing in the kitchen [ at first]...regards (Report) Reply

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (11/4/2013 8:09:00 AM)

    You are not too old for anything
    This I can vouch from your writing
    If you will, you can do everything
    And of course for that you have His blessing.......

    Good poem and welcome to my page (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Anderson (10/28/2013 1:21:00 PM)

    I admire your amazing frankness. You are not to old to write some mighty good stuff-hang in there, you 've got more to do-cheers (Report) Reply

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