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.
Copyright © Celine Hofer | Year Posted 2017
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