Duet

"Take me by the hand" he'd said
"You might be old but you're not dead.
Put on your shoes and brush your hair
No matter if the neighbours stare.

Put on some lipstick bright and red
And wear a sleeveless dress instead
And don't forget to take your bag
Then pour a drink and have a fag-
Because its party time my dear
With all your friends and family here"

The music played
But I just stayed
And stared instead
Upon my bed.

The covers neat and pillows plump
It's all too easy just to slump.
I hear the laughter from behind
The door whose handle I can't find
And think instead that I might stay
And sleep the people all away.

I fold my glasses 
Put them down
My handbag too
My sleeveless gown.
I hear your voice
Still in my head

I might be old but I'm not dead.
I turn to kiss your photo dear
And wished to God that you were here