The old Story teller

Part of a writing course I did in 2009 was about story telling and learning how to tell a story and not just read it.  I was inspired to write this piece when thinking about how old people love to tell stories of their youth.

The old story teller

What will it be like when I grow old?

Will my legs wobble?

Will my back fold?

Will I get narky and shout at kids

For running around

Banging dustbin lids

Will I have glasses to help me read?

Will I become deaf?

What will be my needs?

One thing I know about growing old

I will have stories

Those need to be told

There will be songs which need to be sung

To add to the things

To share with the young

Just as my parents shared them with me

I’ll share with children

Sat on my old knee

Sitting around my old worn armchair

I’ll be a teller

Of how things once were

Bringing alive tales of being young

Telling them the stories

Of how things begun

Then I won’t care if my back is bent

I’ll tell them these tales

Till my life is spent

Freda February  2009