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Old But Still In Time To Live Longer

Losing hair is a sign of ageing,
Except for other eventual reasons, of course.
Thank God, I'm just getting older, not ill.
My sight is not the same anymore.
Even when wearing glasses, focus is sometimes blurred.
Knees? Oh, please!
None of them work like before.
On weekdays, they are really painful.
Weekends come and they're still all sore.
Shoes have squeezed my feet so much.
On hot days, I just can't wear them.
My feet get swollen, my soles get flat.
Eggs look like peas near my ankles.
House shoes sometimes help a bit,
On days that I mostly lie somewhere or sleep.
Walking is glory when you can barely stand up,
I wish I could do it like I used to before.
Fast and furious: that was my nickname,
And I guess it's been used as an inspiration somehow.
Never mind. Just saying.
Don't you feel like someone's calling you sometimes?
Or maybe talking to you and expecting you to answer?
No? Well, I do. Frequently, actually.
Lately, I've been noticing some hearing loss.
Yelling people have been around more often.
I'm sorry, what? Yes, I say that a lot.
Funny and sad at the same time.
For me, at least. I guess. I'm sorry, what?
Bones are the structure of the body.
Supporting is what they are made for.
They keep you up, hold you stood still
And even help you carry your own weight, right?
The problem is, well, the weight.
Unlike in my younger days, I'd say I'm a little heavier.
So, supporting is not the verb in use anymore, I guess.
See... Tolerating would fit better now.
It sure defines what my bones have been going through with lately.
Not that I'm that fat, don't get me wrong.
Groins? Yes, they're still here. I guess.
Let me see... Oh, I can't see them.
Eyes problem, remember?
My belly... well, let's skip that.
Elbows are fine, I mean, they're folding perfectly.
Arms are powered by elbows, so... good.
No breast problems, albeit now they basically look down. For good.
Shoulders sometimes clink, but that's normal, right? No?
Shit!
And my legs are still... moving.
Forward, backward, sideways, you know, I still get the move.
Except for that knee thing, yes.
Thank God, I'm a woman, so no erection issues.
Oh, and... Yes! You know what I mean.
Come again? Sorry, I couldn't hear you.
Hip still gorgeous, thank you very much.
And I'm still a good kisser, yes.
The denture is well fixed, no need to worry.
Ageing sucks, but, hey!
Giving up is not an option.
And guess what? Heaven (or Hell?) can wait!
I am just and old lady.
Nevertheless, there's still plenty of time to live longer.

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The Old and New Mes

The old me would say “Goodbye.”
The new me says “Where have you been?”
The old me would say “I don’t care.”
The new me says “I miss you.”
The old me would say “Whatever...”
The new me says “What happened?”

The old me would say “I’m really tired of all this shit.”
The new me says “I wonder if your life’s the same. Is it?”
The old me would say “I’m sick of your complaints.”
The new me says “I wonder if your life has changed. Has it?”
The old me would say “Let’s Michael Jackson and say ‘Beat it’!”
The new me says “Let’s Adele and say ‘Hello’!”

The old me would say “Forget about me!”
The new me says “Please, don’t leave!”
The old me would say “Go live your life!”
The new me says “Share your life with me.”
The old me would say “It’s not my business.”
The new me says “I’ve been worried about you.”

The old me would say “I’m done!”
The new me says “It’s not what it seemed.”
The old me would say “I won’t change my mind.”
The new me says “I’ve never changed my mind.”
The old me would say “Move on!”
The new me says “Come back!”

The old me would say “Unfortunately, that’s the way it is.”
The new me says “Unfortunately, it had to be that way.”
The old me would say “I mean every single word.”
The new me says “I know you know I didn’t.”
The old me would say “This time, it’s over!”
The new me says “Is it safe to start it over?”

The old me would say “Don’t ever look for me again!”
The new me says “I’m still the old me.”
The old me would say “You’ll never hear from me again.”
The new me says “I am this new person.”
The old me would say “Believe me.”
The new me says “Believe in me.”

The old me would say “I’m sorry.”
The new me says “I’m sorry I lied.”

The old me would say “It’s worth it only if it’s healthy and safe.”
The new me says “Some things never change.”

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The Sixth Sense

This lovely little cat has been my friend for a long time.
I have never been so worried as I am today.
It is time. He is about to leave this world.
He is really old and, you know, sickness comes with age.
To be honest, I just wish I am strong enough to see him leave,
But I do not think I am prepared for that, though.
So sad. I wish there could be another way.
If you have pets, you know what I am talking about.
Some people do not understand what pets mean to their owners.
In fact, a beloved pet has a father or a mother; not an owner.
My kitty cat has always been a son to me.
Does he know what is happening, I wonder?
Does he understand I am in pain for him?
Is sixth sense part of your amazing being, my dear kitten?
I hope you understand my life will never be the same without you, Falco.

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What's Up, Old Boy

Your life must have changed, I wonder
It's not like it used to be, I guess
It is much better now, I hope
You are yourself again, the best

My life is still the same, you bet
Although some things have changed; a few
For better and for worse, it depends
But I keep holding on, still

Your kids are older now, I'm sure
Your love is unconditional, no doubt
Your happiness will last for good
There's nothing to be worried about

My kids are doing great, thank goodness
I live my life for them, you know
They grow so fast and get so smart
That scares me a little bit; I'm old

You haven't quit your job, have you?
You're great at what you do, it's true
How awesome it would be, I wonder
If you could make some money too

My job is still the same, you know
It's hard and badly paid, I mean
But when somebody asks, I say
I may be poor, but I am clean

What's happened to your pet, I wonder?
That annoying barking mammal you had
Have you changed your mind and donated him?
Or do you both still share the bed?

I still have my kitty cat, remember?
A little bit older and full of bad habits
Nowadays, she purrs so loud that
I’ve been thinking about a replacement... Rabbits?

I know we’re old and full of shit
But we could meet someday again
We’d chat a lot, it would be fun
As long as we don’t speak of pain