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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

Date: 8/4/2015 9:12:00 PM

PAM, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. **SKAT**

Pam Deremer
Date: 8/5/2015 4:28:00 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

Date: 7/28/2015 7:30:00 PM

Love this, especially "I move and my bones creak...I cough and I leak..." Gently humorous.

Tu Tran

Date: 7/22/2015 9:10:00 PM

Then you got forever to enjoy writing a million more poems. Smile.

Tu Tran

Date: 7/22/2015 6:56:00 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
Date: 7/22/2015 8:17:00 PM

Hee Hee. I am 61 years young.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/15/2015 2:21:00 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
Date: 7/15/2015 5:36:00 PM

Thank you. I hope you will check out my other poems and see what you think.

Ovidiu Bocsa

Date: 7/15/2015 4:32:00 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
Date: 7/15/2015 5:40:00 PM

Thank you for reading my poem. I appreciate your comment. I hope you will read my other poems.

Jan Allison

Date: 7/14/2015 5:47:00 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
Date: 7/15/2015 5:43:00 PM

Thank you for your thoughts. Yes, getting older is no picnic. I hope you will be able to read my other poems.