Recently I joined a U3A (University of the Third Age class. (It’s this Aussie thing where retired experts on stuff share their knowledge for free with interested over-50s.) Anyway I felt I just had to share this poem from my class, with the permission of the author (Sue Middlewood)…
Fiona said her adult children made a face
When Andrew entered her world
‘Old people sex!’ they cried.
She laughs telling us this,
And with a knowing smile she’s silent.
The sex life of the over-60s is…
Nearly never in Hollywood,
Scenes of wrinkles and flab
But the glamorous are at it
If Fiona had spoken she may have said
The under-the-covers antics had merged with household chores.
The frenzy calmed, there’s space for loving-kindness.
But she didn’t say, because old people sex is…
I’ve been so immersed in Regency Gothic literature that I haven’t had time for anything much else, except…this. It’s a breakup song about those moments when you’ve talked about everything for hours and there’s nothing left to do but drink down that…bitter blue. (NB, it doesn’t reflect my state of mind Right Now – it’s more like a poem about where we were, once upon a time.)