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of course
Once I was small but now I'm not.
I guess that doesn't say a lot.
Once I rode bikes and ran with ease.
Could someone pass my walking stick please?
Once I had jobs and earned my way.
Now a seniors pension is my pay.
Once I had fun.
Well, I still do.
It's not quite the same,
but it will do.
My eyesight was good, now it's not.
My memory also, is not so hot.
I remember what happened 10 years ago.
Dredging up yesterday is a little slow.
I rock and knit and read and write.
Yesterday's activities have long since taken flight.
But that's okay, I'm here to say,
"At least I AM still here today.".
I could say all that, but not as well as you did, Delores. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteNo knitting here, but a lot of your life is mine too. And so well expressed... Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI'm loving this old thing, except for the narrow window part.
ReplyDeleteAmen, sister!
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem, I like the "once I was small and now I'm not". Did you write this?
ReplyDeleteyes I did. If I post anyone else's work I always show the author right up front.
DeleteI like this a lot and wish I still had my old rocking chair to daydream away a few hours.
ReplyDeleteIt's not so bad getting older. It beats the alternative. I remember reading somewhere, 'it takes a strong person to get old' and boy is that ever the truth.
ReplyDeleteI think you've said it all for a lot of people. As I tell people with small children who can't wait for them to grow up; "it doesn't get better, it just gets different." The same for us as we age. It sure does get "diffeent."
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ReplyDeleteBrilliant! LOVE it!
ReplyDeleteA fine poem with which I increasingly identify. Thanks, Delores.
ReplyDeleteLove your words here Delores.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan