If we live long enough
it’s gonna be rough.
Tell-tale signs of age
spoken off the cuff
betray us and oh
how long and how sad
will it get to be
before…until…we
write bad verse, yet don’t hesitate
to remember to meditate
on what’s gone before and what
lies ahead instead?
Hey nonny nonny,
honey, if it’s not funny
why do we laugh at
our forget-me-nots?
When will we touch base
and head for home?
Not funny, dammit,
unless you’re like me–
easier to laugh
than it is to pee.
Ha ha got you there.
You expected to “cry.”
I know poor taste
when e’er I try
and will until my
looney runs dry.
Ouch! Tell me I
didn’t write this…
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Great poem, Nan!!! One of the things about aging is that we see it all our lives in older people but never expect, somehow, that it will happen to us. Yesterday, I got out of bed and had a terrible pain in my ankle. Had to use a cane for the first time in my life, for half the day. One thing after another. But my take: it’s all good, all part of the experience of living a life.
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Admirable attitude, but were you laughing…?
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Yes. I love the sense of humor in this!!!
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