I'm over the hill,
I'm surviving on pills,
And my teeth are falling out!
I'm watching my weight,
I wish I was eight,
When I could run about.
My youth has now gone,
But i just plod along,
Making the most of my days,
I tend to my plants,
With a longing to dance,
But life's what you make it I say.
I face up to each day,
With a smile on my way,
For that is the best way to be,
Write a poem or two,
When I'm feeling blue,
And the memories come for free.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know what you mean. Similar events I live and have seen. You're nice poems so easily read. For e they always seem to have such a sweet and calming effect. Be well, my friend.
Thanks for your lovely comment Sandra x Lovely words! Wishing you all the best x