Dreams of a Gothic Gran

I’d like to be young

         and wear knee high boots

me dried up bleached hair

         goin’ dark at the roots.

Dress in threatenin’ black leather

         In all kinds of weather

Strike a “look at me!” pose

         Wearin’ rings thru me nose.

Keep struttin’ me stuff

         And lookin’ all tough

In me T shirt unclean

         Sporting mottos obscene.

Instead of old me -

                  just turned eighty three

And stuck in my ruddy wheelchair.

By She