Saturday, March 27, 2010


I got up this morning with so many goals, wash some rugs, balance my checkbook, clean the bathrooms, take the dog for a walk, get a money order from the bank for my taxes, etc. I did get all that done but about 5PM, I was whipped! There was so many other things I wanted to get done, but I didn't have it in me. Aging is such a ball. I just love it!! I know, I know, "it's better than the alternative." But really, doesn't it seem as though this all happened over night? I'm not complaining, really, it's just that I'm so tired. So rather than go to bed I felt compelled to write this little ditty:


There's no rest for the weary,
Or so the saying goes,
So many days I feel like that
From my head down to my toes.

The "rat race," the "treadmill"
To just name a few,
Regardless, it's exhausting,
It takes it's toll on you.

And as you get older
It's much truer still.
You start optimistic,
By noon had your fill.

The tasks there before you
You think "piece of cake,"
Then half-way completed
Your "everything" aches.

You've lost all your vim
Your vigor is shot
The simple is harder
Father Time's left you caught...

With reality, really,
You're "plum out of gas,"
Your glass is half-empty,
Not half-full, but alas,

It is what it is,
You can't sugar-coat it.
You're older and tired,
I am, so I wrote it!

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