Friday, January 23, 2009

Poetry Italy 3

LE VECCHIE (The Elderly Women)

Called it life...being wife
Look at me...sad to see
Now it's done...it's no fun
Husband's gone...can't go on
Dressed in black...there's a lack
Up the stairs...not in pairs
Hairs in braid...on the fade
Blotchy skin...fingers thin
Shriveled breast... sunken chest
Lacking zest...to digest
To the street...it's a feat
Push the mop...need to stop
Wash a dish...clean a fish
Take a nap...fill a gap
Monthly check...social wreck
Doctor's bill..helps to kill
Little heat...fatty meat
Setting sun...where's my son?
Off to bed...soon I'm dead
Jesus Christ!...Be precise!


5 December 1986

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