Age is a gradual process,
So gradual, one doesn't notice
Changes until they are so defined
That they start to affect your mind,
Sometimes, more than I care to say,
My mind is elsewhere is where it stays.
I try to pretend I am not old,
Days when the fog clears, I feel bold,
Until I undress myself to shower,
Which could take an hour.
Before I sit on my shower chair
To wash my aging frame and grey hair.
Showering makes me out of breath,
I catch sight of myself in the mirror looking like death
Who is around the corner peering at me.
To see how much more help I need to keep me walking,
And talking.
Hearing aid, intraocular lenses, spectacles, new hip, cap tooth,
Toilet chair, walker. a picker-upper, strewth.
I am still here at 84.
I am blessed and have a lot to be thankful for
Long In The Tooth
By: Miracle Man
8/8/2019
I’m now eighty and considered “long in the tooth,”
And so, many former things, are now verboten.
Today, I rest, in the shadow of God’s truth,
Recounting life teachings that I’ve not forgotten.
I went to the Dentist to pull a tooth
And patiently sat in the waiting booth.
All the kids stared at my giant bucktooth;
Needless to say they were very uncouth.
My Dentist, who only worked on us youth,
With all her might pulled out a real shark tooth.
Honest, I’m not fooling; I’ll show you proof.
It’s the size of a great whites’, that’s the truth.
When I was done, I thought it’d be a goof
To show it to my mom, whose name is Ruth.
And don’t you know it she went through the roof,
Just like when I called her, long in the tooth.
His scheme was to choose someone older
At first she just gave the cold shoulder
He soon won her over
His life was in clover
Except when she begged him to hold her!
His plan was to be very rich
To run with her money, then ditch
He plotted and schemed
His head filled with dreams
They flew to Las Vegas…got hitched!!
His new bride was long in the tooth
And quickly he too, lost his youth
She thought ..."something's funny"!?
So she hid all their money
Then learned all the dark, wretched truth!
He was told “You have grounds for divorce”
His lawyer said, “We should win …of course!”
But she gave him the boot
And the one with the loot
Was the old hag that looked like a horse!
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He was told, "Yes, you have grounds for divorce!"
His new lawyer, said, "We will win...of course!"
A pretty 'filly' back then
But his love faded just when...
She had started to look more like a horse!
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