I’m stuck behind Grandma.
She is ahead of me and
I can’t get by.
She plods along looking
neither right nor left.
She can’t hear me behind her.
Doesn’t she know I am in a hurry?
I have places to go and things to do
and I am late.
She doesn’t see, she doesn’t know.
She is in a time capsule and it is 1953,
She is not concerned about my little life.
She has seen a few things and has earned
her spot, plodding along,
ahead of me,
born in ’53.