A Laughing Matter
I cannot help but enjoy my old age,
every day I know laughter is the rage.
I laugh at myself almost all the time,
I need a penny and dig for a dime.
Open the closet and reach for the milk,
knowing I'm allergic I still buy silk.
Some say memory is on the decrease,
I don't agree and I've made my peace.
My memory is as sharp as ever,
but intent and action seem to sever.
I go to the store to buy cookie dough,
pay for toilet paper and off I go.
It all happens in the blink of an eye,
open the car door and I wonder why.
Look for books in the refrigerator,
that's when age knows no negotiator.
Old age creeps in slowly on a good day,
so I laugh myself silly while I may.
I refuse to just sit, fret and fritter,
No 'Oh poor me,' no becoming bitter.
6/10/2019
For "A Contest on Aging Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2019
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