You’re just the same age as your heels

My body’s becoming a nuisance
My joints have decided to flare.
If you think  that flares are about trousers,
I guess you’ve never been here.

I went to the doctor on Wednesday
He said there is nothing to help.
he never looked into my eyes at all..
His gaze was aimed right at my scalp.

I bought a style mag and I read it.
I didn’t find much help in there
Except for a piece entitled
“They say I’ll be younger next year.”

For age is defined by our gadgets
Don’t wear a watch on your wrist…
You just take a peek at your smartphone
Unless that’s an update you missed…

You need to buy a new tablet
An android or kindle fire 2…
And get a portable laptop…
Carry it so it’s in view.

Walk into Starbucks for coffee
Connect to their wi fi in haste.
Sit down and open your netbook
You must practise copy and paste.

And do not wear any smart clothing
For sportswear’s the new type of cool.
I doubt if Leibnitz would have worn it,
but it might have appealed to George Boole.

I crawl up the road for a paper…
Alongside a few slugs and snails…
Fortunately they do not tell me
“You’re only as old as you feel”

I see more fighting in Gaza
And in Israel rockets still fall.
In Syria thousands are murdered
and in Russia new cold thoughts have formed.

So why do I think of my dresses
And wonder if I’m going bald?
My heart has gone numb like an ice cube…
Otherwise I would have bawled.

We weep  when we are  new born babies

For babies are dependent on mum.

I weep now over the newspapers..

I think Armageddon has come