Incontinence Pants
In a dingy small town Christmas street
Old women shuffled by on bunyoned feet
Past the Chemist's window display where a,
Full Range of Incontinence Pants
is,
On Sale Today
Modelled right there in the open
Pads and nappies for old women and men
Inserts and wrap-arounds, large and small
Special offers and discounts, come one, come all
Along the chilly winter street
Listless old folk squelch and squeak
Dragging their heavy way back home
Spending christmas time alone
Safe from those untimely leaks
Padded up, so to speak,
Wearing the punishments of age
Returning to the land of babes
From nappies to nappies,
dust to dust
Where goes our pride,
When it's nappy or bust?
Regarding the lurid window display
I chuckled coldly, then went on my way
To my daughter I turned, eyebrows I raised
'If it comes to that, kill me' I blithely say.
Yet, when the weak muscles of age and ill health
Rob me of independence, pride and wealth
Will I head for the chemist relieved I can find
A full range of padded pants and sweet peace of mind?
By Carey Lenehan
© 2004 Carey Lenehan
(All rights reserved)
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