Her time has passed
Those days are gone.
She is seen
As just an old lady,
A burden to be shrugged off,
A silly old fool to be patronised
A grey cardigan
Shuffling
around the shopping aisles.
Few will have seen
The night-clubbing
Disco dancing
whisky drinking
pill popping
All night raving
Mini skirted
Sports car driving
Young girl
Of sixty years ago,
And none will care
Ah well…………………. their loss
Th’owd lass
