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Over the Hill and Beyond

Age fifty comes and you thought forty bad? Some little aches and pains will start to fill your weary body, but don’t be too sad, for you can say you got up to that hill and over it! And what a thrill it was! Now sixty comes along and oh, what fun! You get to study medicine because diseases you’d not heard of have begun to plague you from your head down to your toes. You have to be content with salads or face diabetes, and what else? Who knows! Mid-sixties you’ll learn what retirement’s for. It’s time to change your ways or even worse, by seventy you’ll end up in a hearse For Sara Kendrick's "Which Of The Four Would You Choose" Contest!

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Date: 10/5/2016 11:26:00 AM
I believe that it's a very sad poem. It's true we live in a world of lots of disease. We enjoy life from birth to young, but when old age comes the enjoyment converts into pain and stress. And the most saddest fact is that one day we will also become old and we may also have to face such bad days. Very very nice and sad poem.
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Date: 9/24/2016 8:57:00 AM
Good eating habits, no junks , no doughnuts swimming in sugar, less of alcohol...and the list goes on. But i say, more prayers. We all pray for old age of good health and sound mind, and that will be ours. Good one Andrea, as always.
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Date: 9/23/2016 8:42:00 PM
Now you have me scared *lol* congrats Andrea.
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Date: 9/23/2016 2:54:00 PM
For some aging is not so good but some seem to hold up very well..I enjoyed reading your contest entry..Thanks for participating in my contest..Congrats on your win..Sara
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Date: 9/22/2016 7:39:00 PM
Stay healthy, Andrea. I want you to make it to one hundred and seventy! :-)
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Date: 9/22/2016 4:45:00 PM
We try to make the best of it, eat right, work out and pray. Nice job. Congratulations.
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Date: 9/18/2016 11:47:00 PM
Have me thinking and agreeing with you and then you make me laugh.
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Date: 9/17/2016 3:28:00 PM
LOL, love this, my friend - have the spinning circle problem tonight - it's taking forver - so forgive me for sparse comments x
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Date: 9/17/2016 2:28:00 PM
They call them the golden years; I call them the old years. My fingers don't work as well as they did and I need help to read the medicine bottles that have become a major part of my life. Funny poem and with pathos at the same time. It is happening to all of us.
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Date: 9/17/2016 9:30:00 AM
Apart from its funny veil, this sonnet intrinsically bears a sense of agony of the old age. Very nice, Andrea.
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Date: 9/17/2016 6:43:00 AM
AD, And be married to a registered nurse which I am. Jim Horn
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Date: 9/17/2016 12:27:00 AM
With your heart, your kindness and your soul, you shall retain your beauty and youth, for all those around you who see who you are, as that my dear never changes! Hugs!
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Date: 9/16/2016 9:46:00 PM
Loved it Andrea. Well drafted the entire poem. I enjoyed. A7 from me........// hugs
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Date: 9/16/2016 8:59:00 PM
Hope that's not what I think I hear out by my curb. Oh well, life marches on...best wishes Andrea.
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Date: 9/16/2016 1:14:00 PM
I don't wish for the latter any time soon. I pray we all live a full and healthy life.
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Date: 9/16/2016 8:59:00 AM
Funny but not funny. At the time one can least afford it we get to start frequent visits to the Dr and pick up our prescriptions in a wheelbarrow. Enjoyed reading your sonnet Andrea. Good luck!
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Date: 9/16/2016 8:18:00 AM
What a swoon worthy piece this is!!! Yes we all have that fear once we reach that hill,but oh what a joy it is to climb and get to the other side.Wonderful piece Andrea.
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Date: 9/16/2016 8:03:00 AM
you know you have gotten old when all the bumps and bruises of a lifetime reveal their presence once again in the form of aches and pains
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Date: 9/16/2016 5:52:00 AM
Good luck on the contest, Andrea. I like how you tackled this serious subject with humor and lightness... may the hearse be waiting a long time! Agnes
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Date: 9/15/2016 11:42:00 PM
Andrea my therapist gave me hell yesterday because I put myself on a diet of ice cubes and a bowl of rice for dinner.Chewing ice all day keeps me from getting hungry.I don't know why it works? I only know it does.I've lost twenty pound's and it feels so good.I've promised my therapist to eat a little something for each meal. But the more weight l lose the more feminine I look.I feel your poem at 67.But I am getting younger.I feel like 40ty.Sometimes younger.
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Date: 9/15/2016 10:06:00 PM
You wrote a remarkable poem lamenting the aging years with humor and great wit Andrea! I loved it! 7 ; )
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