I wrote the this poem when I turned 50, thinking that was terribly old. I changed the title when I turned 60 and thought, "now I am ancient." Presently, at over 70 years of age, I sure wish I were 60 again.
i wonder about that myself, and i am only 44. i think how can i be nearly middle aged when i don't even look my age or act it? (FEELING my age is another story; at times, i feel 84, thanks to uncle arthur; wish i could evict him, but he won't leave my body alone! stupid achy joints! LOL) cute write! (((HUGS))) and love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :D
Pecked to Death offers a refreshing perspective on managing the chaos of everyday life, encouraging you to take control and prioritize what truly matters.
absolutely true! :) terrific, heartfelt write that many will identify with
be grateful...every morning that you wake up, breathing and above ground, is a good day :)
happy birthday!
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
i'm 44...but feel 88 today *boy, do i ever* LOL