She almost creeps out of the car
A happy, smiling, elderly woman,
Who lived through the second world war
As a nursing sister – in London.
Where has she been?
Just now, to a club,
For the elderly.
Five years ago she was
No friends to speak of,
Widowed ten years previously,
Health … debatable, mobility … poor;
Living with close relatives,
The club, when it came,
Was a new lease of life.
She changed overnight,
Sprightly, energetic, [well, sort of];
Alert, alive, living life anew,
Just a few mornings a week,
To talk with like-minded folk
Of the same generation.
Have a moan, a groan, a laugh,
At the expense of ‘the young ones’
[Who really are elderly themselves]
Did her a power of good.
See her now? Get out of the car,
A happy, smiling, elderly woman
Who lived through the second world war.
Polly Robinson © 2012