Away With Worry: What's To Do?
The message in Angela Black's poem is that things fall apart, but never give in.
Take the matter of physical attractiveness
The world is definitely not
One's oyster anymore.
And physical prowess. Oh yes you're doing well
Feeling fine, but definitely not
As nimble as before
Once "the fastest mummy in our village''
In the hundred yards at the sports
But not anymore.
Did the washing and the shopping at the trot
No, things are definitely not
What they were before.
So
What to do?
What to be?
What not to choose?
Not to be
That's the question
Something still to do
Something special to be
To the edge of doom
To the end of time.
The definitive answer.
