Where’s Molly


Nought and sixty
Journeys round the sun
A well earned retirement yawned

But ever resolute and determined
…..(While behind her back
…..The usual poltronas whispered
…..Words like “stubborn” or “obstinate”)
And presumably wishing to remain
In the best of good fettle

Announced her intention
To walk ten miles
Each and every day
And, as good as her word
She then walked her talk
Setting off the next day

And the next
And the next
And so on and so on
And so now of course
No one has the first idea
Of where she might be

(Except of course Molly)


“Poltrona – lazy woman, indolent woman”. (Wiktionary)

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on June 25, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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