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U3A Writing: Wilting In The Sun

You gladly sunbathe when you’re young, but there is a price to pay as Joan Miles’s poem reveals.

We didn’t mind wilting in the sun
When we were young.
We didn’t wear sunscreen or shady hats.
We’d lie in full sun stretched out on mats.
No thought of the future – that was obscure.
An overall tan – that was the lure
For admiring glances and young men’s fancies.
No matter the perspiration that poured off us.
And we felt quite queasy and our mums made a fuss.
All that mattered was ‘getting cooked’.
We were envied by redheads – how brown we looked!
Now the doctor says, “Skin cancers, 1, 2, 3,
No, 4, 5, 6, even more I see.
Hmm...this one could be a melanoma I fear.
We’ll send you for tests – we must hope for ‘all clear’.”

We didn’t mind wilting in the sun
When we were young.

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