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Wrinkles and gray hair
get me in a rage
and I say to myself,
“Why don't you act your age!"

My poor aching feet
remind me to wear sensible shoes
but these black stilettos
take away the blues.
.
I wear glasses to see 
but they're tinted green
and make me look 
cool and mean.

I have a million pills to swallow
and sometimes I think my head is hollow. 
I forget my keys, my purse and my coat.
Where in the hell did I put that remote?

Once I was so limber 
I could touch my toes 
but I refuse to talk
about my ills and woes.

When pouring the tea
if my hands shake
I simply say, 
"Another earthquake!"

What was I thinking
When I bought that new car?
My old one was fine.
It just couldn’t go far.

I’d go on a trip
if it weren’t for my hip.
Maybe I'll give up drinking.
Well, I’ll just take a sip.

Okay, I’ll take my pills
for all my ills.
I’ll take a walk around the block
but I will not wear those damn compression socks!

Well, I guess I’ll hang in there
as long as I can
just to see my grands 
build castles in the sand.

I'll exercise each day
while in my head I’ll say,
“I still feel like I’m only twenty-five.
Thank God, it’s great to be alive!”

By:  Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 6/20/2020
“All Rights Reserved”

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