It’s a cow getting old

This is another poignant poem written by Marie Hindmarsh, who was born in London and has lived in New Zealand for the last 40 years  …

It’s a cow getting old

I’ve come to the conclusion as now I’m getting older,
that in days gone when in my prime, I really felt much bolder.
I could jump those hurdles that life put in my way,
but now it’s getting difficult I really have to say.

I can still jump those hurdles but it takes me so much longer,
as my body groans and shouts at me, I’m not getting any stronger.
In earlier days I could take off in full flight,
but now when I try to run, it’s not a pretty sight.

My knees they are the trouble, they won’t bend, they’re stiff you see,
and if I try to move too fast I feel the urge to pee.
It doesn’t seem that long ago when I’d go to the mall and see,
old folk all sitting on the bench, now they sit by me!

I‘m thinking of getting a scooter I could dash around and about.
I could even break the speed record while the young folk clap and shout.
They would yell “Eh look there goes Super Gran,” as I leave them in my wake,
I’m sure I could get up to five mile an hour, as long as it’s got a brake.

Of course it would have to be motorised and a crash helmet I’d have to wear,
and if anybody cuts me up I’d cuss at them and swear.
Oh well, for me it’s just a dream. It’s a walking frame if I dare?
Unless my daughter would agree, to push me in a wheel chair?

She has a heart of gold, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.
I think she would gladly do it because she’s really kind.
As I sit and ponder, about my long lost youth,
the years have simply slipped away and I’m now getting old in the tooth.

Even some of those have deserted me, and it’s now getting harder to chew.
But, that’s another story. This one will have to do.

Written by: Marie Hindmarsh 15^th March 2010 ©

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Marie Hindmarsh

I'm a 74 years young. I was born in Chelmsford Essex where my mother was evacuated to during the war. But I grew up in West Ham London so its fair to say I'm a Cockney and proud of it. My husband suggested that we should relocate to New Zealand which I was very reluctant to do but I'm now so pleased we did in 1973, I just love this country. I live in Auckland city which is surrounded by beautiful beaches. I have a daughter Beverley and two sons Paul & Robert.. Between them they have given me eight grandchildren between 6 years to 28 years old. I also have a great granddaughter whom I adore. I lost my husband and best friend Peter in 2010 so now live alone. I have always enjoyed hand crafts and recently with a friend started a group called Knocker Knitter NZ. We knit them for women who unfortunately have had to have a mastectomy. These are an alternative to the prosthetic ones. We have been in the news paper and from that now have a large group of ladies knitting them for us to supply to the breast clinics around the country We have also encouraged people in other parts of NZ to start their own group. Its overwhelming that since we started in February the response has been fantastic. I wrote my first poem 20 years ago then didn't write any others till I started again about 3 years ago. I really enjoy writing poems about my life over the years which I'm pleased to say many people enjoy As long as they do I will carry on writing them when I'm not knitting?

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