Shirley Hawkins Poet Rhyme

Run For Your Life

Have I got my glasses
And my hearing aid
My bottle of mineral water
No fizzy lemonade
I cannot find my handbag
Or my money purse
Putting on my shoes
Have made my bunions worse
I have a box of tissues
For my runny nose
Oh dear, what a nuisance
I have a ladder in my hose,
Removal of my stockings
Make's my poor backache
Things I used to do in minutes
Now an hour takes.
One sleeve of my jacket
Is inside out,
If I wasn't so hoarse
I might attempt to shout.
As I mumble and grumble
About the absurdities of life
My stomach starts to rumble
And I have to run for my life!

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Gershon Wolf September 9, 2022 at 3:08 PM Shirley, you should have written the scripts for those old Anacin commercials! lol. ~ Old Aches and Pain Shirley Hawkins September 9, 2022 at 4:55 PM I have stopped reading the side effects of all the pills and potions I take as it makes me feel ill!!

Bill Baker September 8, 2022 at 3:48 PM This would be hilarious if it wasn't so true at times. Thanks for sharing reality with us Shirley. A poet friend in Texas, Bill Shirley Hawkins September 8, 2022 at 11:56 PM Thank you, Bill, I said run for my life; That's hilarious in itself. Take care. Shirley

Rico Leffanta September 8, 2022 at 11:22 AM They say walking leads to the natural relief of constipation, but Murphy's Law states that when you are as far as you can possibly be from a toilet, that is when you get the runs! Aloha! Shirley Hawkins September 9, 2022 at 12:01 AM That's the truth, Rico. Use everyone you come to if you need it or not! And keep your fingers crossed. (and legs)

L Milton Hankins September 8, 2022 at 9:28 AM Gosh, better to have to run than crawl, Shirley. If I had to run for my life, I'd be a dead duck. I can manage three decent rounds around the track and then my hips make the final two laps a total misery. "Mumbling and grumbling" is a perk of old age, in my opinion. Shirley Hawkins September 9, 2022 at 12:08 AM Thank you, Milt. I wear a leg brace; I walk like Long John Silver!! Old age is certainly not for cowards. Keeping a sense of humour is essential, though.