Poems by Martha Compton


To Aunt Ide

(Gerome’s paternal Aunt Ida Compton on her 80th birthday)



If life begins at forty

You’re really havin’ fun.

Your joints maybe a little stiff,

And maybe you can’t run,

But you can sit and watch TV

And keep up on what is new,

Whereas oldsters in years gone by

Hadn’t a darned thing to do

But sit back in some dark corner

I a worn old rocking chair,

And recall old times and places

With a feeling of despair.

So here’s to a modern oldster

Whose heart is still young and gay,

May life be very good to you

And to you—A Happy Birthday!



To Aunt Ann

(Wife of Gerome’s maternal uncle Jake)


That check you sent I don’t deserve

But ‘twas grand of you to send it,

So as I rest I’ve given thought

As to how that I might spend it.

For years I’ve had a paunch in front

Which spoiled my looks completely,

So I think I’ll buy a girdle

That will hold my parts in neatly.

And when I gaze upon myself

And see how firm and flat I am,

I’ll know my lovely figure came

By the kind gift from you, Aunt Ann.

(Martha Compton-1952)


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