Tuesday, May 26, 2009



When looking in the mirror,

Do we really see who’s there?

The wrinkles and the ripples

Below the thinning hair.

When we look more carefully

Through glasses to help us focus,

Are we searching for that cream

To provide some “hocus pocus?”

Is it becoming more difficult to

Remember where you’re going?
Or finding yourself on some bus

Without even really knowing?

The meals we plan then cook

We do with such delight,

But the joy we had in eating

Is forgotten the following night.

The questions keep on coming,

The answers “not so much”,

Getting on in age can be a bitch

But dying early really "sucks."


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