Aging - But Knocking Wood
Three-fourths of a century old is mom.
While more than half a century am I.
How quickly I have aged gives me a qualm,
but I think glad thoughts. I can't multiply!
Though right behind my mom I'm following
with white hairs now appearing and with dread
of that sad day I might be swallowing
my food with dentures stuck inside my head,
I'm very thankful I've still got good knees!
Mom's gave out; walking fast she does no more.
But luckily, Mom has no grave disease.
By scrubbing floors she made her poor knees sore.
Well, I don't "stoop" to drudgery. Knock wood!
I think my knees might possibly stay good.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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