Two Old Ladies
The veranda at the old peoples home,
overlooked the valley that ran to the sea.
Mary and Betty sat recumbent in electric
chariots, enjoying summer
Mary was ninety-three.
There they sat, grace and favour retired from labour
looking out over the velvet green scene
picturesque, beautiful, and deceptively serene.
On the horizon, there came a mighty flash,
“look!” cried Mary, “It’s the face of God.”
“Oh – I can’t see without my glasses on”
said Betty, and promptly turned to ash.
©Paul Williams 2002
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a Victorian in Richmond years ago. One had dyed her hair jack-o'lantern orange, the other, jet black. I have imagined their conversation so many times. Easy to laugh, but. . .they seemed to be saying, "We are a l i v e, dammit. Ain' g o i n ' nowhere!!
Thanks for the laugh. . .and reminder. . .'Pea' <3
~ Mari
This strikes me as delicious...something missing, along the lines "and the moral of the tale..." ? But then, your readers ought to figure it out. Well done!
Gina
Bitter irony makes for scary posibilities...and we thought the Nuclear age was long gone. YIPE!
Dark, yet humorous--and very well penned. :)
(((HUGS)))) and love, Karla. :)
nicely done, Paul.
Vesna*
Well written!
God bless,
Sandie.
Thanks So Much Paulxo
Tracey
Cute poem.
Felix
If only I live to be ninety-three?
Really good enjoyable read.
Rich
Love Tinka
and of course your wonderful humor!;-)
Love,
Alrisha