Have you ever woke
One beautiful morning
Without a care
In the whole world?
It happened to me
This very morning
Woke up feeling grate
And that was before
I medicated myself.
You know those early morning
Aches and Pains, deep in your bones
Hand, wrist, feet
In every step you attempt
to stride.
As you stumble into the bathroom.
Yes they are still there
But I didn’t feel them
I was feeling so good
As I approached the mirror
Greeting my reflection.
“How you doing pal?”
I said to myself
Oh! By the way
Have you ever talked
To yourself, out loud?
That’s Ok, That’s OK
As long as you don’t
Lose the argument
Anyway so
I see my reflection
In the mirror.
I said I feel great today
To the guy in the mirror
Who stared back at me
Stating
“We need a shave today pal”
And try not to cut me.
You are so right William, each new day is a whole new experience in the world of aches and pains for the over the hill gang...loved this one, still smiling
love and peace, Carole~
I love it...I think we are all guilty of talking to ourselves every now and then...and I love those mornings when I wake up and all is well with the world, no cares, no worries, and just being a free spirit. Great write my friend...aint it great to be alive!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
This is great! Me, myself, I ...what a good trio we make, ...first thing in the morning I think they would say, I think we can do better, though hopefully I will never have the shaving issue to contend with lol! Really uplifting William ty. Love Panda :)
Lol! It;s fine to talk to yourself. It's when you answer yourself the worry creeps in1 By the way, I know those aches and pains my friend, Advil is my morning cup of pill! Great piece!
When the guy in the mirror starts talking back I know that a cup of black coffee is urgently needed.
Oh darn!!! I forgot to put the dumb seat down...again, oh well, she will find soon enough how cold a porcelain toilette bowl can be.
Nice...yaaaaawn...one.
Georg
i like this, william.
sharpen that razor first!
peace,
carolyn
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 2, 2007
Don't ya wish every day was this way?
I shave in the shower at night, hee, hee..
I use to ask myself a lot of questions, but
got tired of getting no answers....
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love and peace, Carole~
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Smilling at you reading this!!
Love Tinka
PS When my wife asks who I'm talkin to, I always say, "The Dog!"
Oh darn!!! I forgot to put the dumb seat down...again, oh well, she will find soon enough how cold a porcelain toilette bowl can be.
Nice...yaaaaawn...one.
Georg
sharpen that razor first!
peace,
carolyn
I shave in the shower at night, hee, hee..
I use to ask myself a lot of questions, but
got tired of getting no answers....
So, you talk to yourself too?
Elizabeth