Poetry

My children, their children, my money, my soul, When DID I last sleep through the night! Then throw in my weight, And the state of the state, And my night brain is out of control. This crowd in my head seems to hog the whole bed. I wish they’d stay out in the hall! My mind’s turned to mush, a …

Our Golden Years are on us, though they’re less like gold than rust! Our eyesight’s failing, hearing’s going, knees are getting weak. And every time we bend, we hear a loud, humiliating… creak. We’re grateful that we still have hair, even though it’s turning grey. And we seem to be forgetting a little more each day. Our lives are spent …