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A Girl Again

I can no longer touch my toes Or stop an unexpected runny nose, It has become an issue To find a handkerchief or tissue. My loo has moved I am not sure It seems farther away than it was before I often have to try to run Before I realised what I'd done. I now have a shower chair Where I bathe and wash my hair I mutter to myself all-day I hope nobody can hear the things I say. My grey matter is fading fast, I wonder how long it will last My social life is up the creek As I am at the Doctors every week. A specialist sent me to the gym To strengthen my muscles To help improve the state I'm in You would laugh if you could see The aerobic ancient Old Duck me. I now row a machine That's never been Near water I walk on a treadmill Although I falter. The weights I can't lift very high Perhaps next session, I'll have a better try, I love the exercise bike. I can travel anywhere I like. Even though I don't move My imagination improves As I cycle down the country lane I feel like a girl again.

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Date: 5/27/2023 8:27:00 PM
You know, I'm with you, Shirley. That exercise bike is the only worthwhile piece of equipment once a certain 'stage' is reached. (We're there)... It really is great. As for the rest of the contraptions, UGH! Keep cycling! :) gw
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Date: 5/27/2023 12:35:00 AM
Getting old is no fun, but you seem to have found some solutions.
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Date: 5/26/2023 7:42:00 PM
Oh Shirley your poem both made me laugh and made me sad! It is so honest and real….you tell it like it is always and always with humour!…..that is was l love about your poetry the pure honesty from a kind humble genuine lady! You my friend Shirley Hawkins are an absolute gem…!! Soupmail xx
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