That Point in my Life

FredPeyer

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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  • Robert Southwick Richmond

    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.

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks Robert,
      a little while ago I figured out that in order not to age anymore I simply do not look into a mirror!

    • Doggerel Dave

      Fred:
      I've got to admit
      the truth you emit.
      Dave

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks Dave,
        age is in the eye of the beholder! 🙂

      • Goldfinch60

        When people ask me how I am my reply is "Well I got out of bed this morning so all is well".

        Andy

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks Andy,
          looks like we both know what we are talking about!

          • Michael Edwards

            When I'm asked how I am I reply 'Bits of me are okay'.

          • orchidee

            Gosh, how do you fit all that into a day? You won't have time for anything else! lol.

            • FredPeyer

              Thanks Orchi, that I wonder about myself sometimes!

            • jarcher54

              I bet you aren't really very grouchy. The rest I can tell from experience is probably true enough.

              • FredPeyer

                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!

              • Classicmister

                Age is an awesome thing
                It is the one true mirror that reflects the vanity of youth!

                • FredPeyer

                  Mahalo Classic, the vanity of youth... I got rid of the vanity of old age....simply don't look into the mirror anymore!

                • L. B. Mek

                  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!

                  • FredPeyer

                    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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