Here we are the two of us
In love at our age,
Yes at our age.
And we cope with many things,
Getting up from the chair
We struggle to get on our feet,
The bones creek and crack,
Bumps and bruises everywhere.
Putting socks on
Is a trial,
But we cope
And we laugh.
Every time a creak is heard,
Is heard from our bodies
We can laugh,
Laugh at each other,
And we can laugh with each other.
So in these times of age
Where we live our lives together,
Where cracks and creaks,
Bumps and bruises,
Come from our bodies
The humour we have,
We have for each other,
And the love that is so strong
Ensures that all is well,
All is well in our lives.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Getting older is great fun.
- Category: Humor
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Growing old together is and has been our motto, my wife and I. And these days, living on the third floor minus an elevator, we feel this truth each time we engage the stairwell. A lovely poem that is close to home. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
Thank you Rik. You must be fit using those stairs all the time, I applaud you and your wife for doing that, well done.
Andy
Sometimes we laugh and comment that it may be the only exercise we are getting. LOL. Thanks Andy. We are continually learning to adjust and seeking innovative ways to keep healthy and sane. Your poem is a very important encouragement at this stage of life. Cheers, Rik.
You and I have a million bumps and bruises then! heehee.
We surely do Orchi.
LOL bumps and creaks sounds like my body getting out of bed in the morning.
Well fair play to the pair of you, at least you both know there's someone there to oil your hinges when the creaking gets too spooky.
Thanks d a, this getting old like can be painful sometimes but we are still here and can laugh about it.
Andy
Amen!
that's the way, Andy
(personally
when i get up in the middle of the night
the cracking bones, keep me company
and the bruises, let me know
I'm still here
on my own two feet, giving it
all I got
and so i, slide
a little
sway, a tad
shaking it 'all bout'
then I offer the universe
a glimpse of a smile
sharing
that private joke, where
I amuse
and it affords me
a few more, cherished
breaths..)
So true Mek, each time we get up it is another good day in our lives.
Andy
I know this feeling oh so well Andy. But...life goes on. Que sara sara. 😉
So true AP, I got up this morning so all is well.
Andy
Onward to the Croquet match, eh? 😁
Oh woe, the nights will be drawing in again soon. We can't change that!
Woof, you old pessimist, says Fido, it's a minute or two daylight less per day!
Welcome to the longest day of the year Orchi.
How did you spend that extra second we had one year? Did you spend it in flying round the moon and back 7,473 times or something like that?!
Oh My Yes. Just reminded me I did not take anything out for dinner. So I creak and saunter toward the frig.
Great write, Andy.
Thank you Jerry, I am sure that your meal was very tasty.
Andy
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