To keep going when I am tired
Is harder the older I get
My energy level is low
But I just can’t give up and quit
My eyelids seem to be half open
As they struggle hard to focus in
And each time I try to stand up
The whole world moves around in a spin
My old shaky legs seem to tremble
My belt won’t buckle but my knees do
And when my brain tries to do its thing
It doesn’t seem to have any clue
Think I’ll see if I can reach the bed
Won’t take time to put pajamas on
Because at my delicate age
I’ll make many trips to the john
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Georg
Cheers,
Dan
I take one day at a time.
I'm glad you can laugh at life.
I should have read this at the end of the day
Not the beginning.
But it really doesn't matter - nothing's gonna change.
Just a day older.