Pam Deremer Poet I do not know?

When I'M Old

I look in the mirror...the wrinkles I see,
I look really close...Is that really me?
My eyesight is fading...and so are my thoughts,
I once had clear vision...and now I see dots.
My grey hair I noticed...use to be red...
It even takes longer to get into bed.
I climb into bed with my long flannel gown,
thinking that if I were naked...I really would frown.
I move and my bones creek...I cough and I leak...
sometimes I get worried that I'll forget how to speak.
Yes...there's much to be said for these my dear golden years,
if only I could remember...well, I'll give it three cheers!
                                                P.R. Deremer

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Skat A August 4, 2015 at 9:12 PM PAM, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. **SKAT** Pam Deremer August 5, 2015 at 4:28 PM Can you tell me what to click on to see the featured poems. I can't seem to figure it out. Thank you!!!!

Mary Rotman July 28, 2015 at 7:30 PM Love this, especially "I move and my bones creak...I cough and I leak..." Gently humorous.

Tu Tran July 22, 2015 at 9:10 PM Then you got forever to enjoy writing a million more poems. Smile.

Tu Tran July 22, 2015 at 6:56 PM Well, I'm still got about 60 more year until I hit 100. So if you are under that you are still young. Smile. Tu Pam Deremer July 22, 2015 at 8:17 PM Hee Hee. I am 61 years young.

Poet Destroyer A July 15, 2015 at 2:21 PM Pam, I know exactly how you feel. But, I got to admit, I found the poem to be funny. I move and my bones creek...I cough and I leak... LOL,,,, Okay, I forgot what we were talking about... Oh well I will join you in them 3 cheers... LINDA Pam Deremer July 15, 2015 at 5:36 PM Thank you. I hope you will check out my other poems and see what you think.

Ovidiu Bocsa July 15, 2015 at 4:32 AM Wrinkles should show the places where smiles have been- as M.Twain observed. So golden eyes make us rich and young even if aged person, and in the mirror the young people forgot Yesterday... Pam Deremer July 15, 2015 at 5:40 PM Thank you for reading my poem. I appreciate your comment. I hope you will read my other poems.

Jan Allison July 14, 2015 at 5:47 PM I've written a poem on the same subject lol -getting older is no fun - great humourous write a 7 from me:-) hugs jan xx Pam Deremer July 15, 2015 at 5:43 PM Thank you for your thoughts. Yes, getting older is no picnic. I hope you will be able to read my other poems.