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Joseph Anderson (3-12-25)
A Candid View On Aging
I sat before my desk last eve
To assess my current plight;
The things I see, you might agree,
Indicate a major blight.
My heartbeat is irregular
And, likewise are my bowels;
My appetite has flown the coop
While my nervous stomach growls.
My sex drive took a wrongway turn,
On life's highway, some miles back;
My drugs for that don't seem to work
So, I'm no good in the sack.
My bones keep going crackle-pop
And my back's in constant pain;
I have fungus on my toe nails
And my garden needing rain.
My teeth and hair are getting thin,
I'm having trouble seeing;
My prostate gland has swollen up
And that restricts my peeing.
That about sums it up, for now,
Not to mention larger ills.
Did I forget to tell you how
I keep mixing up my pills?
I'll be eighty five, when spring arrives
And, with luck, I do survive;
So, thank you, thank you, thank you Lord.
Gosh! It's great to be alive.
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great great poem, , , thats all what i can say, , , ,
I'll be eighty five, when spring arrives
And, with luck, I do survive;
So, thank you, thank you, thank you Lord.
Gosh! It's great to be alive
KUDOS, , ,
great poem
i love the light
It's everyone's story whether we are in this ripened stage or waiting for it. I can well imagine rusting of youth by reading your poem. It; s a realistic visualisation, we all heading towards it if 'with luck, we do survive'.
Blessings
Joseph as always you are a premier poet and storyteller. I am only fifyy nine and I can assure you all those ills are mine as well. God bless.
Dear Joseph, I had a wonderful time reading your poem. This is the first one that I
have had the privilege to read. It is good when you can express your life with honesty.
I totally enjoyed the laugh. Laughter is good for length of life, your age proves that. Thanks
Thank you so much for a candid view of things to come. Most of all for a good laugh at such honesty what it is like to get older. No wonder we hear the saying; Getting old is not for sissies. Great poem dear Joseph...
Wonderful write my dear poet. Live long and be happy. Cheers
Great poem Joseph. I reckon once you get past 60, every good, and ailment free day, is a bonus.
This is not just a poem, its more. One should appreciate life for as long as they can, your candid view of aging taught me that.
Simply beautiful! ! What a candid confession! ! At this age you can laugh at yourself and make others laugh! ! Keep up your gallant spirits Sir!