NO MORE HOLIDAYS
What day today I do not know
For I've been running to and fro.
So many things I've had to do
These holidays, I need something new.
I cannot keep this pace with age
My bodies screaming now in rage.
I'll give the honors to the young
All Christmas things to be un-hung...
I'm tired, I'm beat, no more to stand
No energy is now at hand.
So now these holidays must go
For next year, I will be 'No Show'.
Just go back to my everyday
For in my bed I'm going to stay.
No holidays, do I want to see
Can I just go back to being me?
Exhaustion now is setting in
And my old age is beginning to win.
Now as I stand with blurry gaze
I ask you please, No More Holidays! ! !
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
12-26-06
By Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha! Ha! I loved the humor in this poem that explains how the elderly feel about holidays-especially Christmas's hussle & bussle. Thanks for the laugh & by the way I feel that way too some years. Ravensong