Jean Murray Poet Rhyme

Getting Older

I cannot see what is
directly in front of me.
I can no longer conceal
the hairs on my
chinny chin, chin.
My breasts still look fine,
but I can no longer
pretend those size ten
jeans are mine.
My hair is silver,
with a lovely shine,
but, grey hairs on
my eyebrows?? Oh, 
No, they're not mine.
Sweating profusely
for no reason at all.
All of a sudden feeling hot,
without so much
as a dirty thought.
The upside is...
I'm at home in my skin.
I embrace my talents,
My shortcomings too.
I consider my success as,
my beautiful girls,
my work, my friends,
and you.

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Suzanne Delaney January 12, 2018 at 6:51 AM You go girl. Your smile lines are beautiful too. A cute and fun read. Hugs, SuZ Jean Murray January 12, 2018 at 9:14 AM Thank you Suzanne. The smile lines have gotten a little deeper since I wrote this about five years ago. To be honest, I think my breasts have shifted a little as well.

Viv Wigley January 10, 2018 at 1:07 AM As long as all your bits are working, Jean, that's all that matters. Continue being lovely. Viv x Jean Murray January 10, 2018 at 5:38 AM Thank you Viv. I'll do my best.x

Line Gauthier January 9, 2018 at 10:11 PM Congrats on your win, Jean. Good poem. Jean Murray January 10, 2018 at 12:15 AM Thank you Line. If you can't fight it, celebrate it!

Beautiful Scars January 9, 2018 at 7:48 AM great poem lovely Jean! congrats :) -luloo Jean Murray January 9, 2018 at 2:34 PM Thank you Laura.

Eve Roper January 8, 2018 at 11:01 PM Wonderful write, Jean, getting old is hell :) congratulations on your win. Jean Murray January 9, 2018 at 4:29 AM Thank you Eve.

Skat A January 8, 2018 at 10:07 AM Jean, Congratulations on your win. HUGS ~SKAT~ Jean Murray January 8, 2018 at 11:28 AM Thank you SKAT. An oldie but goodie? Just like me...

David Fisher November 30, 2015 at 8:22 PM Your poem will stand the test of time, Jean. I think we're more at home in our skin because we have more of it, never mind the new wrinkly hiding places. Jean Murray December 1, 2015 at 5:40 AM I would love to write a poem about weight. I was eight stone on my wedding day. I am now thirteen. About two stone of that over the last two years. This God damn menopause. Funny thing is, I have never felt more sexy.

Kevin Leake November 23, 2015 at 2:50 PM A brilliant write Jean, Humorous as well, I thing you got this down to a tee!!! Ageing is all part of growing up!! Best Wishes Kevin Jean Murray December 1, 2015 at 5:42 AM All I had to do was take a long hard look Kevin. I love to laugh at life. It's a bitch!

Maurice Rigoler November 23, 2015 at 2:41 PM Love the honesty of this description of ageing. Also appreciate the humor – not easy to laugh at oneself when old. Thank you for reading the Sunday…Surfer. I wrote it some years ago but gave it more editing recently. Not a surfer myself, sports are a waste of valuable time in my book. Best to you in your writing endeavors. / M Jean Murray November 23, 2015 at 3:53 PM Funny thing about aging, you become more daring if anything. I thought I would wither without my beautiful daughters, now they have flown the nest. Instead, as we speak, I am lounging about in PJs, drinking wine and listening to Ocean Drive....UP LOUD!! AND, the telly is free should the notion take me. Yippee!!