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Aging

My heart is breaking
My hands are shaking
My legs are getting weaker
My eyes are crying
My lips are quivering
My soul is drowning
My mind is wondering
My ears are ringing
My nose still running
My hair is balding
My skin is wrinkle
My bones are brittle
My joints are aching
My chin hair growing
My weight I still am gaining
My butt has hemorrhoids
My cream no longer works
In other words


"WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THIS!!!!"

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Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/16/2009 8:46:00 AM

Yes, I can feel the joints aching, too, Kristi. Very witty description of growing older. We should all look at it with a sense of humor. As they say, aging beats the alternative! Well done. Love, carolyn