Jean Murray Poet Rhyme

Annoying Old Age

Getting old is annoying.
My bones begin to creak.
Especially in the mornings.
Trying to get out of my seat.

My 20/20 left me
A long time ago.
My hearing is fine.
If you talk slow.

No matter how I diet
It makes no odds at all.
My waistline is spreading.
My mirror is appalled.

I walk into a room.
Then wonder why I'm there.
I daren't reach above the cupboard.
In case I fall down from that chair.

I'm sitting in a cool breeze
When I feel the heat rise.
I am like an oven.
Regardless of the weather outside.

Getting old is awful.
Now I cannot get the guy.
I must just take my knitting out.
Sit in my rocking chair and sigh.

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Jan Allison May 20, 2017 at 1:46 PM So glad to see this one on the winners list Jean your humour shines through:-) I can't picture you in the rocking chair but having seen various pictures I know you are a very talented knitter:-) hugs Jan xx

Sara Kendrick September 23, 2016 at 3:07 PM Enjoyed reading your work..Way to go for the contest..I appreciate you participating in it..Congrats on your win..Sara Jean Murray September 23, 2016 at 7:46 PM Thank you so much Sara.

Tom Arnone September 22, 2016 at 7:11 PM Too depressing -- but, nicely rhymed! ;-) Jean Murray September 23, 2016 at 3:53 AM Just for you then, I must write one on the joys.

Funom Makama August 24, 2016 at 11:09 AM This is nice and absolutely beautiful. I love every it of this piece of yours and I am happy reading from the creativity of your wonderful mind after a long period of time. Jean Murray August 24, 2016 at 11:51 AM Funom, so nice to see you again. I must return the compliment and see what you have been up to.

Arthur Vaso August 21, 2016 at 10:54 PM Age is just a number, I wonder how my sweater is coming, of all the poems on this topic, I really loved this one! Jean Murray August 22, 2016 at 1:25 AM For a second there I thought I had promised you one Arthur. I'm quite industrious once I get going. Thank you for your lovely comment.

Jan Allison August 21, 2016 at 9:39 AM Great fun write ... from observation of others I hope Jean!!!:-) hugs Jan xx Jean Murray August 21, 2016 at 5:21 PM You are too kind Jan. I was 57 on August 12th. Remember our mothers when they were 57? I admit no matter what my mother's age, to me she always seemed 10 years younger. Like mother, like daughter??

Daniel Turner August 21, 2016 at 9:25 AM A fun read Jean. You must not be getting too old if you're still chasing men! Lol All seems perfectly normal to me, except for the temperature thing.(this too shall pass) Jean Murray August 21, 2016 at 5:19 PM Therein lies the crux Daniel. Inside, I'm dancing.

Anne-Lise Andresen August 21, 2016 at 6:48 AM - Dear grandmother what can I assist you with today ? :))) - Love it, Jean :) - hugs //Anne-Lise :) Jean Murray August 21, 2016 at 5:16 PM That's my next major life event Anne-Lise, being a grandmother. I am having a lovely hiatus from dirty nappies and teething worries at the moment. Can you teach me how to write sensational senryus?

Irene Hammer August 21, 2016 at 6:42 AM Aging isn't for sissies. Thank you for a fun poem, which takes courage to write. Jean Murray August 21, 2016 at 5:18 PM Not so much courage Irene, as telling it like it is. One of the wonderful things about poetrysoup is knowing others can relate, no matter where in the world they live. Thank you for your comment.

Probir Gupta August 21, 2016 at 6:09 AM Nice ... simple ... spontaneous ... rhythmic ... indisputable ... Jean Murray August 21, 2016 at 5:10 PM I love the "indisputable" Probir. I wrote it with the contest in mind, but threw my syllable count to the wind. Talking about wind......