They are building a care home across the way
We hear beeping from lorries during the day,
My current term for it is 'The Monster'
A place where declining old age is managed-
Effects of old age can be savage
They may have memory boxes outside the rooms
As lyrical epitaphs.
Next to the care home is a bridge
Drug dealers deal, under it
I was hoping they'd be forced to stop,
When Managers of the care home
But perhaps clients could sneak out
To buy an ounce,
Sit back and reminisce
They could try having LSD-
OAP's roaming our vicinity
Confused and lost, but maybe happy
Ecstasy could spread the love-
Who says relationships need to stop?
My Mum and Dad have misbehaved
To our consternation;
Revenge for our teenaged years.
The 60's generation aren't like the one before-
Happy to don woollen hats and brown coats
And slip into an aged abyss.
No, the new oldies
Will go under fighting,
Waving their psychedelic flags
All the way.
© Amanda Derry