Geezers and old broads

Love the Geezers and the Old broads.
For I am one old broad on the road,
With a stilting accent, grey haired head
With ideas , ancient ,senile and faded

I still give criticism a toss
For I am my own boss
and like Selena croons
I say ” Who says?”

I can't understand the fascination

with KFC, McDonald and Pizza Hut 

To me they seem like abomination

I'd rather cook and at home stay-put,

Ah! the gizmos,phones and laptops 

and though difficult , I learnt to email, right?

 I may walk with a stick and rely on drops

for eyes, nose, throat, and for feces "tight"

It pains me to see the shorts they wear,

the brats whom I live with and bear,

frayed and cut ruthlessly,egad !!

they hear heavy metal noise, all fad

Gone are the melodies of our times

when songs struck a cord in hearts

and the lyrics and ah , the rhymes !

I still hum in the shower some parts

I can chew even with my dentures on

please do not puree the sabzi into a slime 

I still enjoy my buttered corn, 

sublime with a sprinkling of lime

My world is still very much alive 

though I can't say the same of me 

or any one else of my time 

But on adversity , I thrive 

So long as yama's noose

 escapes my neck 

I shall live the truce 

with death, what the heck!

With a prance and a pout

with the flounce and cheery face 

to good use  shall I put 

every breath lent to me by His Grace.