getting up at six am this morning
sore legs, knees, don’t forget the neck
I am grateful for all the pain
for at least I am a living wreck
shuffling slowly to
you know where to pee
I wonder once again
of what has become of me
I don’t care so much about
being sore and pain of any kind
what worries me much more
is having lost my mind
To microwave my coffee
I open up the fridge
stare into it and ponder
my newest mental glitch
I have nothing but admiration
for old folks just like me
who somehow make it through the day
as happy as can be
Not to worry about all this
to take it as it comes
just means we old geezers
walk to a different set of drums
No matter what happens
or how long it might take
with the right attitude
it’s all a piece of cake
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And I'm not a lover of cake. Actually being in full lockdown here in the UK I'm beginning to get bored. All the jobs around the house were done in the first lockdown and the novelty's worn off - I miss our varied social life and there is only so much time I want to spend painting and writing. But hey - I'm still here and still smiling. And thenn there's the nonesense interactions with dear Orchi....
I feel for you Michael! We don't have a lockdown, but my wife and I are extremely careful and basically are staying at home except for trips to the store for food. Never watched as much TV as now. But with all the mayhem going on in Washington, at least there is something to see! Here in Hawaii, tourism is still more or less dead. We drove through Waikiki last week, just to have a look. It is pretty much a ghost town. Where there used to be throngs of tourists there are now two or three. Depressing! But the State expects people to come again as soon as this virus problem is more or less over. People will want to get out and away again. And a lot of people have increased savings since they cannot spend the money now. We'll see. Wishing you all the best and keep on painting and writing. We all enjoy your work!
Damn right. Absolutely the right attitude and well expressed in your piece. After all, we are the proud survivors of the friends and loved ones who weren't as lucky as us to still be around.
It doesn't matter how long it takes to get it done, it will get done and i'll enjoy the breaks for a rest whilst i'm doing it too.
Thanks d a, you are so right, things do take longer, but who cares. I was doing yard work, actually getting rid of what we call elephant grass because it grows easily five feet tall. Cut for an hour, then take two hours rest in air-conditioned comfort before going out again.
So totally true Fred, when people ask me "How are you?" I now reply "Well I got up this morning so all must be well!"
As Michael has said here in the UK we are in lockdown once more, so I am writing more and cooking more. I have even started playing the clarinet again, I used to play in a clarinet choir and a swing band back in the day but when in the band I swapped from clarinet to trumpet, I don't pick that up very often now as I don't want to upset the neighbours too much.
Andy
Thanks Andy, I don't know which one of the two instruments requires more air to play, so in my case I would take the one that is easier to blow! The heck with the neighbors!
A fine write Fred.
Thanks Orchie, I am sure you too can identify with this. But as long as we can get up each morning and write, all is good!
Good for you, Fred - you tell it like it is. Half of your correspondents seem to put it all down to covid restrictions. But some know it ain't - as the wise old philosopher once said, 'Old age is not for wimps...'
Stay strong.
Regards Dave
Thanks Dave, you are right, we are definitely not 'wimps',, far from it! We can still belt it out of the park!
Very clever and funny a real good read. Well done.
Mahalo starman74, I am humbled by your kind comment.
its all in the mind ... well some of it is innit .. the rest is general wear and tear ... who said it was gonna be a walk in the park ... chin up, chest out, shoulders back and plod on as best ya can .... I am glad I paused to take a peek at your page today ...
Neville
Thanks Neville, and I am glad you told me how to walk. My wife hardly recognized me as I staggered into the living room with my chest so far out I couldn't see a darned thing!
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