Some think women age gracefully
But, I’m not sure it’s true
There are times, for the life of me
I’d swear I’m ninety-two
I start to walk; my legs will go
Then, suddenly, I’ll freeze
And, on those days, I feel as though
My life is one big tease.
I’ll take a break and start again
Until I pause once more
My hip will pop; my mind will spin
I’ll run into the door
I’ll cringe, trudging along each mile
I pass on life’s highway
Then, with a quite uncertain smile
I will forget the day.
Life may, indeed, be one big tease
But, teasing is just fine
My heart enjoys a sense of ease
From each age spot and line
Whether graceful, I cannot say
But, of this much, I’m sure
Content or not, I’d gladly pay
To locate aging’s cure.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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Cryssa
“And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.” (II Corinthians 12:7).
Take care and have a Blessed day.
Allen
Blessings,
Joyce B.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your (sympathetic) friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
That pic is a hoot'n'a'holler! LOL Too funny!
Georg
very well written Jill...
John
"Nearing 30." I should be that young! I'm fixing to be 49 (on the 26th), body's conVINCED it's 112. Pinched nerves, bad back, arthritis and fibromyalgia will do that to a person. *ow* But hey, who's complaining? By the Grace of God, I'm here - in any event, Happy Early Birthday, hope it's your best YET! Excellent poem - enjoyed. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Take good care of yourself
John
sense of self and sense of humor. -
Jill, I think you've found the cure to aging - in your sense
of self and sense of humor. - Gene.
God Bless
Michelle~