when the wrinkles arrive. Life sped up,
like it’s been injected with giddy up
juice.
Your friends die off week by week.
Every day another pain in your legs,
arms, hands.
You eat less and less, nap more and
more. Life’s a rush like you wished
it would be in your twenties. Now
it makes you wonder how you found
time to go to work and bring up bairns.
And afore your watery eyes folk rush
past as if they rung see thee, like tha
invisible and its all tha can do to not
shart, “Aye up, av not gone yet tha
knows” and wake up middle of street.
The Wombwell Rainbow 