AN OLD WIVES' TALE

 An old woman knows

From the top of her head

To the tips of her toes

She’s been, she’s seen

The live and dead

The bulk of the scene.

From our first day to our last

Our shape doesn’t last

Our body and spirit we can’t arrange

Not to change.

It’s funny how many try to cling

To foolish ideas held tight in a sling –

If they’d guide their arm right

And give a great swing

And the foolishness fling

Relieved of this burden they’d soon see the light.

When we let the light in

We gain

A functioning brain.

What delight we can have from thinking straight!

It’s never too late.

©Chava bat Miriam