Senior Citizen
a poem
© Angel’s original . Written
She tells her stories
over and over again
same stories
same pauses, punchlines and exclamations
She tells them
as if they were but yesterday
savouring, re-living
milking them
It doesn’t matter if no one is listening
her pleasure is in the telling
And, if you would allow her, indulge her, pleasure her
Listen
It would delight her no end
She tells her stories
as if she had never told them before
Of dreams and hope and laughter
tears and joys
Her stories — minus the sting of pain
filtered
forgiven
better than reality
Time has a way of fixing the pain.
