Monday, February 17, 2014

JUST AS I PROMISED

Tonight's blog is as I promised, a poem about the inevitable, growing older.  It's not a topic to be discussed, questioned or debated, because getting older is inevitable.  It happens to everybody, like it or not, but whether you do it gracefully or will do anything to slow it down, it happens.  For me, aging is new territory.  Now that may seem like a strange thing to say but what I mean is until recently (within the last 5-8 years or so) I was just getting older each year. Then suddenly it became obvious that parts of me were wearing out, my flesh was being distributed differently, there was pain involved in doing the same daily activities.  When those things began to happen, I became aware that I was aging. 

The analogy I would make is the sell by and use by date on food.  There's a time factor and past that time the food expires.  Now, I'm not trying to sound morbid, like I think I'm getting close to my expiration date.  I don't know when that day will come but when it does I'll, well...expire.  That is a little funny, don't you think so?

Anyway, bear with me and my aging poems.  They say (whoever they are) that it's best to write about what you know and this subject is one with which I am imminently aware.  I'm sure there will be many to come.

I'VE FALLEN & I CAN'T GET UP
by Patty Lynn

"I've fallen and I can't get up,"
We've laughed at that commercial.
'Cause poking fun at aging, well,
Those laughs are universal.

"Can't find my keys, where did I park?"
"What was I going to say...?
Old people are hilarious
Until time goes astray...

And suddenly you find yourself
Befuddled and forgetting.
The simplest things are difficult,
To say the least, upsetting.

As time creeps up and, boy, it creeps,
You simply have to face it,
And though you wish control was yours,
There's nothing that will chase it...

Away from you, it's there to stay.
You simply have to own it.
Controls not yours, you're not at fault,
And, no, you haven't blown it.

The point is we grow older.
We all do, that's the truth,
And though we wish we could go back,
We can't rekindle youth.

Besides we'd likely do the same
With choices that we'd make.
And we'd end up just where we are.
That's really no mistake.

Old people made us laugh when we
Were young and had no clue.
Youth thinks its funny till the time
Old people are, well...you.

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