I liked the dreaminess of all your lifes likes. The lines flowed well. but my favorite lines were your last, still clinging to youths pleasures:

I think I should quit all those and more
and become really mature.

But NO... I am still not sure.
Still ...I am not ready to be mature.

always, Cat

I liked the dreaminess of all your lifes likes. The lines flowed well. but my favorite lines were your last, still clinging to youths pleasures:

I think I should quit all those and more
and become really mature.

But NO... I am still not sure.
Still ...I am not ready to be mature.

always, Cat

In my opinion the true measure of maturity is realizing that there's still a place for playing in one's life...........stan

nothing to crit
great rhyme and near rhyme and not rhyme - lol - nothing forced, reads smoothly
i love the whole thing, and agree, we shouldn't forget how to play and dream

hugs, judy
xxx

I had a secret, asking my sister's daughter
whether she could keep one,
she kept it for more than 10 years,
then I relieved her of it.

It was: don't tell anyone, but I never want to be grown up!
As I looked at the old ladies of the village who came round for tea,
sipping from their cups with their little fingers out,
talking about nothing the least interesting-
as I saw the teenagers with cigarette holders
posing like fashion models-
as I saw the ballet dancers dancing strictly in patterns
predetermined-
as I saw adults scolding their kids,
fighting futile wars, at home and abroad,
I decided that being mature- an adult, was not for me.

Perhaps now I have a little maturity in me,
but to hell with all the norms of behaviour
that stop one from being spontaneous and individual,
wearing clothes I choose to wear regardless of what's IN,
I still can climb a tree, stand on my head,
do my exercises at the bus stop,
dance when the spirit moves,
and at the same time I CAN sit quietly watching,
and eating with the right fork
or whatever is the custom where I arrive,
all the while smiling at their mannered movements.

Some people even act with their partners,
so I am not the norm and never have been.

Here's to the child in us all, enjoy life, it will show.

Ann.

I wouldn't swop, if I could be,
someone that I'm not
there's no one that I'd rather be,
I'm satisfied with my lot,
no longer young and beautiful,
I've never quite been that,
but ageing has it joys
that youth cannot exact,

I look at those whose skin
is fresh and smooth,
their innocent look in clothes
I'd never use,
although I dress in fashions
of my own,
I've not lost my panache,
with full skirts
when straight is the norm,
I flash with colours loud,

so just because I'm seventy one
I shan't hide in a cloud
I step out in my comfy shoes,
while they go by in stiletto heels
I know just how it feels to be dressed right,
and that gives me confidence;
all right?

Anninherlongskirtoutoffashion.

Good poem Rula.

I think it was taken in 2010, not sure exactly,
I had just come in in Winter, from a 'tur' walk in N.
My sunglasses perched on my forehead,
as the snow reflects light even on dull days.
You can't see my pig-tails each side well here.
That's me,
I keep my head up,
whatever is going on down below! :)

Enjoyed your nice counter-comment. Takk.

Ann