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Whatever Next?

By Marie Hindmarsh Oct 2, 2014

This very amusing poem is written by Marie Hindmarsh and it is her humourous take on the ageing process:

Have you noticed as you get older that things have been re-arranged?
Many things I remember well now have sadly changed!
Every road is twice as long and they’ve added a hill or two.
It takes me longer to walk somewhere than it ever used to do.
And I’m sure the steps are so much deeper,
my knees won’t bend I’ve become a creeper.
I set off at a steady pace to catch the bus on time,

but it seems the bus has left too early when the service was once sublime.

I’ve given up reading the paper the print’s smaller than it used to be.
Even when I’m squinting, the words are hard to see.
The optician says “Cover up one eye and read from A to Zee” but for me it’s very difficult I only manage to get to G!
There’s no point asking someone to speak up loud when they talk in a very quiet voice.

I’m buggered if I’m getting a hearing aid, but maybe I have no choice!

Even my hair is not the same it was once my pride and joy.
Now I have to colour it if I want to find a toy boy.
My daughter says “Mum don’t worry, your moustache is the same shade of grey!

I tell her “Oh thank you darling, you’ve really made my day”!

So I’m off to get a lady shave that should do the trick,
but do I also need shaving foam that’s perfumed white and thick?
Why do I get these rogue course hairs that sprout out of my chin,

while the hair on my head is changing, and certainly starting to thin.

Then there are the age spots that appear it seems overnight,
some of them are a shade of brown while the others are a greyish white.
And of course there are the wrinkles and my ugly turkey neck.

I’ve spent so much money on night creams, but now think what the heck!

I won’t be taking any more selfies I don’t like what I see.
When I look at my image I think to myself, Oh God is that really me!
It seems that old age catches up on us all and it’s true I have to say.

After all those years of living well, now it’s time to pay.

Isn’t nature wonderful though how it makes the body change,

but does anyone know of a youth pill that for me you could arrange?

Written by Marie Hindmarsh 26/5/ 2014
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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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