Approaching Old Age [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Approaching Old Age [revised]



As she’s my new role model I bought a
Miss Marple handbag; Agatha Christie
created her through fictitious realism -
she’s a sharp mind in fluffy old-lady-pink
deftly knitting - we are different but share
one thing: nearing old age has taken me
to where she’s so twitteringly been

Grey-haired in quiet contentment while
analysing people with astrogenetics and
regarding people’s motives as suspicious,
an obvious explanation is most always the
truth; curbing tendencies to see mystery &
intrigue in all things so that cupboards
become impenetrable jungles

Fairytales used to be my priority; today
the only fairy around is me - in my purple
and lilac blouses, and my Miss Marple
handbag with roses - magic wand in my
work station resembling a Persian market,
I’m happier in myself, accepting life as it
comes and dreaming of sun-filled days

In a place like the beautiful Cape with only
the sea and Table Mountain for company…

10 March 2014

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