A Poem For Older People
I got out of bed today and knew it was going to be a great day
How did I know I would thrive, because anytime I wake up I must be alive.
After breakfast and a glass of hot tea I went to the bathroom and success was glee.
You see, most older folks never assume a good BM is assured, but when it does happen it feels like we're cured.
I look at my huge box of pills and try to remember which ones to take. There are some because I ache and some because I don't want to get a bellyache. However, most are there because the doctor says doing so will help me avoid any kind of outbreak.
I take the dog for a walk, but because both of us have bad backs we have to stop, sit down and have a talk.
Yes, I talk to my dog because she is the best listener. And she looks at me like I'm as special as a Foreign Minister.
I get home and keep myself busy because if I do nothing I'll start to get dizzy. I love my free time to be creative. Writing for me makes me stimulated.
Stimulated is good for an older person because it keeps us out of a rut and makes sure we don't just veg-out on our butt.
The time goes by so fast making me wanting it to last. Sooo, after dinner I slow things down by watching an old show or movie. I like the ones that show a lot of booty.
One of the best things about getting older is I can't remember shit. Therefore, I can watch the older Law and Order shows (you know the ones with Lenny) over and over again and still not know if the bad guy is going to acquit.
Sooo, that's my poem for all of us older people. The hope is that we will wake up tomorrow and do a sequel.