I Don't Give a Flying F**k or Turning Fifty (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Susan Barton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 4, 2004

Chocolate greases all my problems :)

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

come on, you're just in your prime ;)

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

Awwwwwwww....just like a naughty child!!

What a sweet chocky can to a bad mood...hmmmmm??

Hehehehehe...sorry I could not resist a laugh...I could picture this humorous moment....lol!!

Hellooooo 50!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Anniemoh Ohio

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

Your only as old as you let yourself be. I see a young man in your words - keep him in your actions as well. When you hit 80, THEN you can start slowing down.

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

Hey Ed,(u beautiful person,)you're still young at heart and age is nothing really except who's taken the most breaths?...I'm beaten ya by 3 years old mate,just remember you're not getting older yer gettin' better!
I luv ya poem,really!
Best wishes always to you and yours
from
your fan (and 'yer' fan too)
Kay.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

They say being 50 now is the same as being 30, in 1920...

Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

Just remember Ed: Time doesn't heal all wounds, chocolate does.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

rant on, ed! sorry you are having one of those days; cheer up! things will get better!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(

look at it this way...be glad you are alive; it's better than being buried six feet underground, holding the flowers up! (i guess nearly dying at birth and not expecting to survive has given me this attitude; i am very grateful for each and every day that i live and breathe!)

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

Nothing like a poem to get the pain of lowered performance out. Looks like you aren't going to grow old gracefully.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

Snap Out of it, You Young Whipper-Snapper. One of the best days of my life was the day I turned 50. Jumped into a muddy, bug-infested office crawl space - with my business suit on - and went exploring. Marvelous. And every day since then has gotten better and better.

Go outside again, and roll around in the mud, then get that oil changed (I knew you should have gotten an Explorer!)

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 3, 2004

(((ed)))

i'm sorry you're having a bad day. hope you find that chocolate!

great rant--keep writing

(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(