aging – Poetry for Dullards

Getting on a bit

I’ve got a moustache If it were November and I were of another gender I could gain a few sponsors I can’t see too well either I simply cannot focus Or read without donning My expensive varifocals I’ve got permanent aches knees, back or hip My hair is getting thinner as my hormone levels dipContinue reading “Getting on a bit”

Nails

He holds my fingers steady Whilst the electric file rotates Stripping away the evidence of The person I chose to be last month The glittering gold ends The glamourous red The film star look for locked up nights In blankets, staring at the TV And blocking out the cold. The days are stretching still PotentiallyContinue reading “Nails”