OLD AGE
do you have hair
You can spare?
My head is barer
All the time
Do you have steak
As tender as can be,
So I can chew
More easily?
Is there moisture
From the sky
To loosen up
My eyes so dry?
When lights are low,
Do wrinkles show,
Or do I just know
They are there?
Oh my - pie in the sky -
I'll be young again
Bye and bye.
Phyllis Several years ago, Phyllis sent Frances a bundle of poems to use for Ninepatch. This is one of the last and is dated Aug. '96. Phyllis died in January 2002.