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Tagg me

Tagg me

sitting on a stool in her neat white Kitchen
Mavis said, she was 'passed caring',
her white hair cut into a bob,
her slender body   stooped
and her lips non pouting
" Mavis you make me smile" I said
"you have reached an age where
it doesn't matter anymore ?"
" I'm 100 years old ! why should
I moan about anything ?"
New technology..can be a pain
I didn't want to explain to Mavis
that my phone which electronically
tags into each call, was dying..
it has a GPS tracker, it instantly
records all visits back to base
would she understand ?
I asked her if I could plug in
the phone..for a second and she said
the poignant words "I'm passed caring"
she has worked a hard life
and it hasn't faultered her
hasn't poisoned her judgement..
people often blame their experiences
in life for their erratic unreasonable behaviour,
give it a clinical name and obsess obsessively
excusing theirselves medically from being 
responsible...the cowherds way out..
but Mavis has sifted through..
broke the age barrier..
lived the tragedy of two world wars..
and yet giggles with us
still likes a drink of Baileys at Christmas
still knows what time it is

 

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