Silly

Past fifty, my eyesight is bad, can't find my glasses, then I get mad. Where can they be, has anyone seen, not a trace, now I'm steamed. Up on my head, is where they sit, grandkids laughing, how silly can one get.

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Ronald Bingham

Date: 7/29/2008 11:33:00 PM

Been there done that, Turned 60 last March , and still haning a ball, Ron

Vince Suzadail Jr.

Date: 7/23/2008 6:11:00 AM

Golden age? Yeah Right. I know the feeling. fun write. God Bless. Vince

Sharon Winter

Date: 7/23/2008 5:38:00 AM

I think that is the sentence I say the most every day "Where are my glasses?"! Wow, can so relate to this one. Thanks for the smile. Love, Shar

Carrie Richards

Date: 7/22/2008 4:57:00 PM

This one really hits home with me!! I am known in my family for always looking for my glasses........hence, I have several pair!! Still can't find them half the time, and quite often one pair will be on top of my head! Such a cute poem! All of us over 50 can certainly identify!!....Thanks for speaking for us. ....Fondly, Carrie

James Foulk

Date: 7/22/2008 3:01:00 PM

i can relate to this poem. i am always laying my glasses down and i walk all over the house looking for them. my family thinks it's really funny, but it's not. this was a great piece you wrote.

Date: 7/22/2008 1:45:00 PM

I got a good chuckle out of this one. Thank you for sharing this day brightener. I enjoyed it! Karen

Michael Degenhardt

Date: 7/22/2008 12:27:00 PM

Over 50? That happens to my wife now and she's just 45 LOL Love the silliness or rather humor here. The flow is great, making the read so enjoyable and laugh provoking. Michael

Michael Jordan

Date: 7/22/2008 12:26:00 PM

Once I was helping my grandmother hunt for hers so she could finish her quilt top and she pulled her hand out of her apron pocket and started pointing at the table saying "I know I laid them right there" and they were in her hand God bless her wonderful soul - What i wouldn't give to help her find them again - Your beautiful poem just poured through my soul like a waterfall - God bless you my dear friend