| Help! Help! I'm old as can be I look in the mirror and what do I see. Me. That's not me, I never was grey Nor wrinkled, nor saggy Eyes were not blurry, or red or baggy. Where did I do. Anyone know??? The waistline is wider and not me at all, I used to wear shoes to make me look tall. Now all I see is not me. Can't be me. My hair was brown and soft to the touch. Now my eyes are failing and I can't see that much. My glasses are new 'cause I can't see a book The writings so small wherever I look. I walk so much slower My boobs hang down lower. My legs are often so sore. And if I bend down to pick something up I'll probably fall to the floor. Where has she gone, the one that I liked, The one who now walks where once she biked. She's over there, Full of despair. 'Tis not fair for one to get old To forget all the things that once you were told. Now she's got lumps where once she had bumps And the voice can become such a bore, She walks with a limp, And feels like a blimp Oh, good Lord, how much more. Her hands have suddenly wrinkled skin, And isn't that a hair on the end of her chin; Where's the body she used to know Its covered up ... yikes! don't let it show. Shoulders fall like a ball, And end up sloping down. Stand up straight, Don't be late .... Put away that frown. There's no more red nails or lips that still pout, She has enough trouble just getting about. The day's aren't filled with work anymore She sleeps in late then see's whats in store. Could read a book, or perhaps take a look At the fabrics to make a new quilt; She does it all now and doesn't know how, To feel badly ridden with guilt. She's allowed to sleep in and says with a grin, "It's nice being retired at last", Pushing prams and traffic jams, Are now a thing of the past Her days are filled with lots of love With a dear old man by her side; They can walk in the woods Or go shopping for goods Or just go out for a ride. Leisurely lunches, Sometimes brunches, Wild flower bunches There's always things to see. But best of all is my hubby's dear call That he just wants to be with me. ~Jana M B~ Copyright 2001 Mixed thoughts of old age.... some good, some bad. (Early Retirement) |
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