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Friday, December 13, 2013
Old Age, by Balisha
A cold, calm, day here in N. Illinois. No Christmas post today. It's been hard coming up with posts about Christmas this year. We had our family Christmas on the 1st and with Joe's surgery coming up...we are trying to stay healthy and keep out of crowds. That's why reading your blog posts is so important this year. You've all kept this Christmas lover happy.
Thought I'd write a little poem about my life today...
Old Age...by Balisha
I wasn't told about being old.. until the age of 60..
When AARP said I could get discounts..I thought that it was nifty.
Proudly I presented the card, when I was out to eat..
However no one stood to give me a good seat.
I looked in every mirror... as I slowly passed them by..
I saw an old, old, person....and wondered was that I?
My neck with skin so loose.. I hid with turtle necks..
My old gray hair, unmanageable, really looked a wreck.
My hands, I wanted hidden...they looked so full of wrinkles..
When I passed the ladies room...I often had to tinkle.
Oh, what has happened to the girl who used to have some zip..
She could carry the groceries in the house with a baby on her hip
Gardening, painting, reading were her favorite things to do..
While taking care of babies and tying tiny shoes.
She went to work and did the bills and still cooked a healthy meal..
She did these things without a fuss...she was the real deal.
She did these things with gusto.....she tried her very best...
Until one day God looked at her and thought she needed rest.
So, now she's old and sits a bit...she's really lost her speed..
She takes her time and writes a blog for those of you to read.
She hopes that you will learn something from her poem this frosty morning..
Old age creeps in and takes it's turn without giving you much warning.
So, live your life and accept the changes that start before you know..
Pass by mirrors and just ignore the wrinkles that start to show.
"Old age ain't for sissies" I've heard, and now I know it's true..
I think I'll visit my beauty shop and dye my hair a shade of blue :)