Poetry by Betty Farber
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Promenading on a summer’s day Sunny and breezy, I’m taking an airing. Stopped by a lady, well-dressed and gray Who says, “I like what you are wearing. From where I stand, I can easily see That you are a senior just like me.” I smile and am happy to agree… On the city sidewalk, under a tree, She continues the conversation, “Now I’m on youtube where you can see That I could be called a singing sensation. Watch when you have a moment free. I wrote the music and words to this song And I’ll sing it for you right this minute If you have the time, it won’t take long And I’ll put my best performance in it.” I do not move; I do not stir. Standing in my brand new shoes I hear the poet and composer Sing a song called “Senior Blues.” There are people who believe that life In Gotham City is never sweet, Just sad and gritty and filled with strife. But oh the magic you might meet On any New York City street!
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In a dream landscape in Ireland,
On a cobblestone walkway by a river, Time moved in slow motion. I leaned my cane against a metal fence While taking a photo of an old stone church, When my cane, looking for adventure, Flew above the river, slowly falling, Gracefully into the water below. The memory of that cane floating through the air Will be with me always. I’m hoping that As it drifted down the river, it landed Near a cottage with a thatched roof Inhabited by a woman of advanced age Who needed some help with her walking, And thinking it was the work of elves or fairies, Used my cane happily ever after. |
AuthorBetty Farber lives in New York City. She is a great-grandmother of six. Archives
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