Had my annual check ups,
Seems I'm good for a few more days.
Who knows when death will bury me,
I surely don't want to know.
Can't get around like I used to,
But who the hell can in their 90's?
I don't bitch too much, no one listens,
And that suits me fine, hate a complainer.
Still have an eye for the girls.
I don't think that will ever go away.
Frustrating to know you are over the hill,
But the climb is still there, in your mind.
Many more good checkups to come. Soon you'll be in the Guinness book of world records as the oldest daily poet in existence. And I won't topple your record, because I can't/won't/don't want to write a poem a day.
Ron
Or can you remember?
John
Love ya!
Jane