I used to be a "hottie"but now, I just go potty.
What on earth could be the matter with my ever shrinking bladder?
I hold no affection for my sun damaged complexion. Too many summers at the sea have caused barnacles to grow on me. Alas hoorah, horr ray, at least my
hair's not turning gray..My aging back is not that great and with these hips I negotiate, and try to keep stiffness at bay, just to face another day. I now write
a weekly "to do list", so things don't go awry, things I might miss..I think growing older really sucks, unless ofcourse one has big bucks and can afford those nips and tucks.
Backwards forwards upside down
Driving in reverse back through town
Yahoo.com said moo -- landed in Honolu
This poem is insane and so are Yu
Darvish and awl of you hoo(!) still think
The Chicago Cubs have a (phat!) chance
To win it all egg-N with that letter
"C" on their pin ~ striped pants
Cuz miracles Kant Happ en more than
Every century oar sew. The Cubs of had theirs
And that's awl eye no about baseball, faceball, and
Spaceball, if that's really a game. Well, me mum said it is
And that ends this horr-if(?)-ick
Poe - aim
Four Now Brown Cow
Cry it all out .shout if you have
to.Covering up will continue
the vicious cycle of denial.
Cry it all out. You've survive the
experience; and yes it was horr-
endous.
Crying is a washing of the
soul . So allow Jesus to make
you whole. He loves you with
a ever lasting love that sent
from up above.
Cry it all out.So Jesus can heal
your soul.