Aging
You know you’re getting old when -
You spend more time getting well
than being well.
The TV doesn’t work and you know
it’s because you did something to the remote.
You spend more time
inside than out.
Your physical therapist feels obligated
to remember your birthday.
You’re awake more at night
than during the day.
You have trouble remembering
who is still alive and who isn’t.
You do as the Doctor says
and drink eight glasses of water a day.
Then, wonder why you spend so much time in the john.
You go to the mail box
and remember today is Sunday.
The workers at the hospital pass you in the corridor
and wave.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Published: February 16th, 2025 16:41
- Comment from author about the poem: I categorized this as Reflection, but I did consider Gothic.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Teddy.15
Comments8
A fun way of reminding us who are old that we are old, because all the above apply, enjoyed the read
Thanks PL. Stay young and prosper.
You are very welcome
I remember my grandfather stopped reading the obituaries and when I asked him why he said I don't know anybody anymore. A fun read
Thanks SB. Or as Mel Brooks said, " I get up in the morning and read the obits. If my names not in there, I have breakfast.
Spot on - and cutting your toenails becomes an Olympic event.
Thanks Michael. Amen to that. I thought my legs were getting longer.
So true for many people Phil. |Good fun write.
Andy
Thanks Andy. I see it all the time.
Hilarious, and yes I had this exact experience last year when I had shingles, I met my specialist in the hospital lift while visiting my husband's dad who had surgery for falling. LoL 😂 I'm not laughing so much at the pain as for the situation brilliant, and we wouldn't have it another way would we? It's good to find the light within the dark. Fabulous dear Phil. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. May the light shine bright.
These are each exquisite in both their individual and collective satiricalness .. Neville 😎👍🍷
Phil, I can relate to nearly all of those, especially the night/day sleeps. Reduced the eight glasses slightly, otherwise it was a photo finish whether I made it to the loo in time.....
Poignant and relatable. Great work.
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