Delia

Look at me I seethe, is it my grey hair, do I need new teeth, I’m always running late, as if you'd care, use me like a slave, what might have been, is just not fair, need a bit of ease, nights I dance and sway, without a slur, shows I take the strain, don't sing of the sea, you're not that aware, these fine evenings, like honey to the bait, your eyes blur, drunk you say I'm great, but can you love me, do you dare, am shaping to leave, are you scared?