One of Ten Offsprings
Seventy-nine years old and counting
Got a whole bunch more years to come
Longevity is rampant in my family
I'm the youngest of ten children
Nine sisters and finally li'l ole me
Two died at birth... but
One sister managed to make it to ninety-four
Four lived into their eighties
And two lived into their late seventies
My mummy was eighty-two when she passed away
But my poor dear old daddy only lived to sixty-seven
Colon cancer got him
Usually when hearing about nine sisters
Most people say, “Wow! You must have been spoiled”
What does that mean... like meat that's gone bad?
I guess you could say I was doted on!
Loved it... I recommend it!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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