20 year old me…
I tell you what I’m gonna do
I’m going out there to conquer
I will bring the world to its knees
I will make it do as I please
I’m gonna be its loudest mocker
that’s just what I’m gonna do.
Continue reading20 year old me…
I tell you what I’m gonna do
I’m going out there to conquer
I will bring the world to its knees
I will make it do as I please
I’m gonna be its loudest mocker
that’s just what I’m gonna do.
Continue reading“Great-grandma,” the girl asked with wide eyes, “what’s it like to be old?”
Her great-grandmother simply smiled and asked, “what’s it like to be young?”
Continue readingA lot of time in my youth
was spent trying to please others
with age I changed my druthers
and to completely tell the truth
I don’t really try being couth.
Continue readingLast August I turned half a century. For those who are trying to figure that out, it means I turned 50. I hear you. Fifty used to be old to me, also. But now? I’m not going to lie to you. It is old. My body is constantly telling me it is. Let’s just say, the original parts are starting to show some wear and tear. And some are actually giving out completely. Which is totally not cool at all but as I say, it beats the alternative. So, in that spirit, here are some things I used to be able to do.
Continue readingThe bedroom was illuminated by the soft glow of a lamp next to the bed. The curtains were closed which made the room dark even though it was midday. Stewart Junior sat by his mother’s bedside. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there or what the current time was but he continued to sit. Ever since his mother’s nurse, Tad Perkins, had informed the four siblings that it wouldn’t be long now. But how long ago was that he couldn’t tell. As a middle-aged man, Stewart’s aching back would argue with Nurse Perkins assessment of ‘long’ but he refused to move. There was no way he was not going to be by his mother’s side when she finally passed.
Continue readingWhen I woke up,
my knee cried for attention.
“I’m not the young knee
I once was,” it complained,
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Every year we earn a feather.
Every ten years our feathers weigh a pound.
At age 10, our 1 pound of feathers are weighty but we have enough energy we don’t notice.
Continue readingI used to have it together.
I thought I had it forever. Continue reading
by Marilyn D. Lee
This week I’ve been feeling so blue,
I just don’t know what I want to do.
Others say it’s just the way it’s got to be;
they’ve been through it, just like me.