Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
My joints feel like they’re full of rust.
My auburn hair has turned to gray;
My mood swings are now here to stay.
I cannot sleep the whole night through;
I’m always up a time or two,
The TV volume’s now too low;
When did these nose hairs start to grow?
A far cry from late nights and ale,
Retirement plans now fill my mail.
Not long ago, bars were the rage,
Now burial plots express my age.
My knees swell when I sit for hours;
How did I lose my youthful powers?
I fear those days are long since passed,
But when do good times ever last?
I’ll shake the rust from my two knees,
I’ll color my gray, as I please,
I’ll take the bumps and wrinkles too -
I’ve earned them all, but so have you.
We look this way because we’ve thrived;
We’ve done it all and we’ve survived,
But who’s lived most need not be clearer -
I look great; check out your mirror!
© 2009 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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Love it. Maybe because I'm at this very point in my life too. I can relate. Yup, once that AARP magazine comes in the mail, well, it's all downhill! Great write. I have one similar 'A Badge of Honor', take a gander if you wish.
Mary
I see it showing (most of what you said)if I laugh too much, peeing I will dread! lol
Love your humor and truth in the visions you see!
You run the gambit in writing style, that I have seen...
WRITE ON!
Blessings, Peace and WARM Hugs, Warrior Purple_Passion_Pulsing, SHEExooo
Ron
Newfie hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love from Burleson, your friend, Karen Lynn. :D
How long took me from there to here?
Am losing my mind or you are losing theirs? LOL
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.