Prompt Action
I spotted her walking along the high street,
small hips, cute bum, slim, shapely legs.
I took a picture in my head,
wished that I could mail it to her
because moments like this
need prompt action,
this moment, her moment.
I could see she felt good,
it was the wiggle and her grin,
kind of smug and why not
she seemed to revel in her youth,
her energy, her strength
and tomorrow it might be gone,
over, finished, done with.
Tomorrow she may never feel the same.
Such is the short lived, fizz, buzz, burst
of that feeling you get when you know.......
you're looking good kid!
poem by Ruth Walters
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