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Thursday, May 05, 2016

My Grandmother was Right

 I’ve gradually come to discover
            That my Grandmother was right
That the eyes of needles are shrinking
            And jar lids are screwed on too tight

That buttons are getting more slippery
            And everyone’s starting to mumble
That shoes are now made with uneven soles
            Causing me to stumble

That someone’s back-filling my calendar
            With appointments I never made
That dashboard lights are dimmer
            And road signs are starting to fade

That books are now being printed
            With blurry sorts of letters
That Climate Change must be the reason
            Why, in summer, I wear sweaters

That someone’s raised all my shelves
            Or perhaps they’ve lowered the floors?
That a suspicious baggie of rubber-bands
            Has appeared in my junk drawer

That a curse has been put upon doorways
            Wiping all thoughts from my head
That each night my mattress is magically transformed
            From feathers to rocks and lead

That my “New & Improved” shampoo
            Is bleaching the colour from my hair
That there’s a tricky sticky substance
            On the seat of every chair

That the world keeps changing these simple tasks
            From “I can” to “I cannot do”
I believe I’ve finally discovered
            What my Grandmother already knew.

My Grandmother Was Right - by Lojo Russo copyright March 15, 2016

1 comment:

Goody Lyon said...

So true!