I have finally reached that point in my life
where senior moments turn into senior weeks
where walking down stairs is worse than climbing up stairs
where looking for keys and glasses has become a hobby
where I don’t need a comb or hairbrush anymore
where remembering names is a guessing game
where driving a car is like Russian roulette
where getting up in the morning is THE daily exercise
where opening a jar involves some very major tools
where pouring a glass without spilling is pure chance
where getting a phone-call from the kids is the high point of the day
where everything printed seems to be fine print impossible to read
where the golf clubs double up as walking sticks
where I don’t remember yesterday but easily recall thirty years ago
where sex is only a futile mental exercise
where I race a snail and lose
where it makes my day if some part of my body doesn’t hurt
where I don’t notice young beautiful women anymore
where I begin to understand that diapers are not only for babies
where half of my day is taken up with counting pills
where going out only means taking out the garbage
where stuff just isn’t important anymore
where thoughts about death are slowly moving center stage
where I throw things away today only to look for them the next day
where I spend more time in the bathroom than the living room
where six hours of sleep is a good night’s rest
where I start laughing and have no idea why
where things that were important once just don’t matter anymore
where what is left of the mind is way ahead of the body
where I watch the minutes run in circles
where I talk to myself because listening to others is boring
where being grouchy is the new normal
where patience has become a four-letter word
where …………
But otherwise I feel great!
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Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Well, I'm 81, but I don't admit it!
I'm an Army brat, born at Tripler in Honolulu. I get back to 'āina every few years if I can.
Thanks Robert,
a little while ago I figured out that in order not to age anymore I simply do not look into a mirror!
Fred:
I've got to admit
the truth you emit.
Dave
Thanks Dave,
age is in the eye of the beholder! 🙂
When people ask me how I am my reply is "Well I got out of bed this morning so all is well".
Andy
Thanks Andy,
looks like we both know what we are talking about!
When I'm asked how I am I reply 'Bits of me are okay'.
Gosh, how do you fit all that into a day? You won't have time for anything else! lol.
Thanks Orchi, that I wonder about myself sometimes!
I bet you aren't really very grouchy. The rest I can tell from experience is probably true enough.
Thanks jarcher, the one thing I learned is not to take myself too seriously. Btw, I read your poems and love them. Wouldn't mind to see more!
Age is an awesome thing
It is the one true mirror that reflects the vanity of youth!
Mahalo Classic, the vanity of youth... I got rid of the vanity of old age....simply don't look into the mirror anymore!
I'm showing this to my father - every Birthday and Father's day I have left to experience with him, so we can chuckle a little and be comforted with thoughts of others who share our fates...
thank you for sharing such a deceptively simple yet immeasurably relatable write dear Poet,
Brilliant!
Mahalo L.B., you are too kind. I hope your dad will enjoy my scribble, and I am sure he will be able to relate to at least some of the points and get a smile out of it.
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