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Sunday, 16 October 2016

Not Yet

 Almost as Good  As New

I’m not as young as I used to be
But I’ll get older still.
For now I’d like to say
I’m not yet over the hill.
Oh sure, my legs give out sometimes
But for that I’ve got a pill.
My glasses keep me looking good.
Heating pads ease the chill.
I’ve not much patience anymore,
At times my voice is shrill.
The druggist calls me dearie now
When I pay my prescription bill.
But dang it all, I repeat
I’m not yet OVER THE HILL.

6 comments:

  1. Sometimes I am. But I climb up again.
    I always love your poetry.

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  2. Hey, the heating pad is my best friend too!!!...:)JP

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  3. Toady I was. Did some cooking and painted the second dog house. No one on roofs and no one falling.

    I use ice packs.

    Have a great week.

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  4. Better over the hill than under it!

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  5. I loved this. Well done and fun to read.

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