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My poor old body is sagging,
My arthritic feet are dragging
My skin is dry, and my mouth
What has not gone west
It has now gone south
My memory is fading fast
I think I am living in the past,
The past is where I feel secure
I no longer feel security here.
When I think I'm going mad
I tell myself that won't be bad
Because in a psychiatric hospital,
There would be,
Hoards of people, just like me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Legros Kelley Avatar
October 18, 2023 at 4:01 PM
Wow, what an incredible poem! This is a fave for sure!! Lol...the boomers lament, I am sure many of us can relate. Thank you for penning a funny poem that made me truly laugh out loud! :D
Bowring Avatar
October 18, 2023 at 3:02 PM
A very poignant, thoughtful poem Shirley.Well expressed. Enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing. Blessings to you
Fisher Avatar
October 16, 2023 at 5:07 PM
This is too fun, and too real. Enjoyed!
Buhagiar Avatar
October 16, 2023 at 9:36 AM
We all have to age but I found that the best way to tackle the problem is not to go to hospital but to exercise your mind. Blessings.
M  Avatar
October 16, 2023 at 5:13 AM
Shirley you are an amazing lady….you can bring humour into a sad topic or write! Your poem saddened me greatly but made me giggle at the end! Thats what l love about you my lovely lovely friend! Debx
Meadows Avatar
October 16, 2023 at 1:04 AM
A good poem. Well written.
Wolf Avatar
October 15, 2023 at 7:12 PM
Can't stop grinning at the last three lines, although they are actually not funny at all, but rather grim. ~ I-Laff Atteny Thing
Jones Avatar
October 15, 2023 at 5:49 PM
lol I enjoyed this but take a more positive look on aging. If one is blessed to age one lives and to not age is to die. Love and Light to you.
Hawkins Avatar
October 15, 2023 at 6:49 PM
Thank you, Karen for your kind comments, I agree that people who live to a ripe old age are truly blessed and I feel I am. But it costs a lot to keep the aged alive, most of us have outlived our usefulness and are in aged care homes etc.. God's waiting room. I give thanks everyday for the gift of time I have been given. and certainly don't want to die. I love to hear from you, Karen. Take care, Blessings. ShirleyX
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