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"OLD AGE IS NOT
FOR SOUR PUSSES"
Old folk are fun to be
around
I know because I R one,
I laugh at me so many times
I just must be a lot of
fun!
I lost my glasses the other
day
Where were they, do you
s'pose?
Well, they were on my head
all right
But on my forehead, not my
nose.
The smallest things amuse
me
Like rising from my chair.
I rock upon my haunches
'Til I rock me in the air.
Today I left the
coffee out
When I plugged the
coffee maker in.
Then I got hot
water from the spout
Where the coffee
should have been.
I often feel quite
silly
When I move from
room to room.
Wondering what I
came for
And did I come too
late too soon?
I really get a
kick from
Blowing dust curls
out of sight.
There was a time
if I'd seen one
I would
have cleaned all night.
And I think it is
hilarious
When I get Viagra
ads.
In unmarked,
plain, brown envelopes
I laugh, but don't
get mad.
In fact, I almost
ordered some
For an old friend
of mine with needs.
But his arthritis
was so bad
He would have
rubbed it on his knees.
The many different
pills I take
Are just like
tiddly-winks.
My thumb can
flip them to my tongue,
And I'm very good,
I think.
I've been
cautioned by well-meaning folks
To keep my doors
locked tight.
I laugh because
I know so well
My abductor
would drop me at first light.
One night when I
sat down to dinner
Everything
smelled so good.
But I laughed
when I picked up my fork
For I forgot to
serve the food.
You say growing
old's not funny
Well, that
depends, my friend.
If you can
giggle at yourself
I think you'll
make it to the end.
And I hope with
all my heart and soul
When Saint Peter
lets you through.
He's teasing, when he stops and asks
"WHO THE HECK
ARE YOU?"
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright March 2003
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