How often do you hear
us oldies having a moan
about something or other.
Especially about our
aches and pains.
Yes, don't we winge and moan.
But us old buggers
can tell you about
a good number of people
we knew who didnt make it
into this grumbly old state.
Oh I'll grant you that some
of them had become so unwell
that they were probably pleased
to shuffle off this mortal coil.
But most of us I think
are pleased to still be around
and want to be around
a good while longer.
Living into old age
is like a kind of privilege
like being handed
a winning ticket in a lottery
when so many others
didn't get to see the prize.
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Such true words d a, us old fogies have seen such a great deal in lfe and it only wants us to see more.
Life is wonderful.
Andy
I wouldn't be without it mate LOL
Ha. You wait until my poem tomorrow. I wasn't going to publish it but after that reflective piece I have to now. Nicely worded Dusk.
Thank you Saxon.
I pledged to myself never to grumble about it... the neuropathy, the eyesight, the loose teeth, the skin splotches, the sciatica, the aching thumb, the twitching eyelid, the heartburn, the ulcer, the itchy spots, the aching arches, the arthritic toe, the A1C, the balding, the tinnitus... everyone says I seem so youthful... but its all a lie. I just wait till I'm alone to moan.
Always plenty to moan about here too but I'd rather be alive and moaning about stuff than the alternative... at the moment anyway.
Well said, dear poet.
I told my grand children that much of what they study as history, to me was current events.
You've been around a deal longer than me and I respectfully salute you sir. We live in interesting times, todays current events will too be read by generations as history.
I liked this poem, it was nicely written and told the truth. myself have grunts and groins my daughter and grandchildren make fun. but I am blessed to be in this world.
Ah yes.. grandchildren are a reward for the aches and pains, theyre truly a delight aren't they.
yes definitely agree, I truly adore my granddaughters
Absolutely yes. Me and my fellow wrinklies make a timed space for the Organ Recital and then disallow any more of it. Happy to be here, aches and all. More than happy.
The old place just wouldn't be the same without us old grunts dragging ourselves around. The best and most functional part of me that has survived the ravages (lol) of the years is my smile. It still works great and i find i'm usiing it a great deal. Hope yours gets plenty of use too.
It certainly does.
Boom and there is a fresh hot of the morning, I know of so many ages that didn't get to ride this ride for as long as they should or maybe its all chance!
Whatever the case, we have to be glad to have ours! Even when the bones start to crumble, this was and is one hell of a rumble....
Good to see you my friend and thanks again for always keeping it real!
Much peace and respect
You've got a good few years left in you yet Dan. And your four legged friends are keeping you fit. I want to see you being towed along by them on that skateboard when you are 70 mate. Stay young.
Dam you and me both wish that but at the moment I can hardly stand for more than an hour! I miss the ability to jump through the windows and skate all day but I'll keep it in my spirit to hopefully bring it all back.
Thank you as ever my friend
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