Is this old age…?
My joints ache,
My head throbs,
My back is twisted,
All I can do is sob…
Cracking my knuckles,
Said to be good when I was young,
What little I have in my pants,
No longer can I be called hung…
My sense of humor remains,
At least I have a few left of my brains,
Sometimes I do look in the mirror with a feeling of disdain,
But what the hell, I am still quite cute, pinchably chubby cheeks,
Both in the south and north, pregnant though I may look,
If that were the case I would only have to write ONE book…
© ed ~ 6/4/05
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We born, thus we age. Then we die. Personally, I'd just rather age...LOL And fergiddaboud doin it gracefully. Grace has nuthin to do with it. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The rest of it is old age, Ed - the above is a fluke of nature!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :)
Love Tinka