In the Fall of Life
Golden leaves, sweaters and chills
Winter sliding down the hills
Arthritis, medicine and pills
Are somebody else’s ills.
Shaky knees that disengage
Bones turning to cartilage
White hair growing on my crown
Are happenings I disown.
My heart beats much louder now
More than I care to allow.
I get sensational thrills
Sans those damned blood pressure pills
And if I were not so shy
I would write to Santa dear,
“Next time when you please stop by,
Knock louder, ‘cause I can’t hear.”
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Just kidding. Thank God for all the blessings we have.
Merry X'mas.
