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Annoying Old Age

Getting old is annoying. My bones begin to creak. Especially in the mornings. Trying to get out of my seat. My 20/20 left me A long time ago. My hearing is fine. If you talk slow. No matter how I diet It makes no odds at all. My waistline is spreading. My mirror is appalled. I walk into a room. Then wonder why I'm there. I daren't reach above the cupboard. In case I fall down from that chair. I'm sitting in a cool breeze When I feel the heat rise. I am like an oven. Regardless of the weather outside. Getting old is awful. Now I cannot get the guy. I must just take my knitting out. Sit in my rocking chair and sigh.

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Jan Allison

Date: 5/20/2017 1:46:00 PM

So glad to see this one on the winners list Jean your humour shines through:-) I can't picture you in the rocking chair but having seen various pictures I know you are a very talented knitter:-) hugs Jan xx

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/23/2016 3:07:00 PM

Enjoyed reading your work..Way to go for the contest..I appreciate you participating in it..Congrats on your win..Sara

Jean Murray
Date: 9/23/2016 7:46:00 PM

Thank you so much Sara.

Tom Arnone

Date: 9/22/2016 7:11:00 PM

Too depressing -- but, nicely rhymed! ;-)

Jean Murray
Date: 9/23/2016 3:53:00 AM

Just for you then, I must write one on the joys.

Funom Makama

Date: 8/24/2016 11:09:00 AM

This is nice and absolutely beautiful. I love every it of this piece of yours and I am happy reading from the creativity of your wonderful mind after a long period of time.

Jean Murray
Date: 8/24/2016 11:51:00 AM

Funom, so nice to see you again. I must return the compliment and see what you have been up to.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 8/21/2016 10:54:00 PM

Age is just a number, I wonder how my sweater is coming, of all the poems on this topic, I really loved this one!

Jean Murray
Date: 8/22/2016 1:25:00 AM

For a second there I thought I had promised you one Arthur. I'm quite industrious once I get going. Thank you for your lovely comment.

Jan Allison

Date: 8/21/2016 9:39:00 AM

Great fun write ... from observation of others I hope Jean!!!:-) hugs Jan xx

Jean Murray
Date: 8/21/2016 5:21:00 PM

You are too kind Jan. I was 57 on August 12th. Remember our mothers when they were 57? I admit no matter what my mother's age, to me she always seemed 10 years younger. Like mother, like daughter??

Daniel Turner

Date: 8/21/2016 9:25:00 AM

A fun read Jean. You must not be getting too old if you're still chasing men! Lol All seems perfectly normal to me, except for the temperature thing.(this too shall pass)

Jean Murray
Date: 8/21/2016 5:19:00 PM

Therein lies the crux Daniel. Inside, I'm dancing.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/21/2016 6:48:00 AM

- Dear grandmother what can I assist you with today ? :))) - Love it, Jean :) - hugs //Anne-Lise :)

Jean Murray
Date: 8/21/2016 5:16:00 PM

That's my next major life event Anne-Lise, being a grandmother. I am having a lovely hiatus from dirty nappies and teething worries at the moment. Can you teach me how to write sensational senryus?

Irene Hammer-Mclaughlin

Date: 8/21/2016 6:42:00 AM

Aging isn't for sissies. Thank you for a fun poem, which takes courage to write.

Jean Murray
Date: 8/21/2016 5:18:00 PM

Not so much courage Irene, as telling it like it is. One of the wonderful things about poetrysoup is knowing others can relate, no matter where in the world they live. Thank you for your comment.

Probir Gupta

Date: 8/21/2016 6:09:00 AM

Nice ... simple ... spontaneous ... rhythmic ... indisputable ...

Jean Murray
Date: 8/21/2016 5:10:00 PM

I love the "indisputable" Probir. I wrote it with the contest in mind, but threw my syllable count to the wind. Talking about wind......