LIFE AT NINETY
DEATH
January 26, 2022
EXCEPTIONALLY WOMAN, EXCEPTIONALLY ME!
February 21, 2022
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LIFE AT NINETY
I wonder how my life will be
When I turn old, maybe ninety,
My joints will be all rickety
My eyes will just refuse to see
I’ll splutter every time I talk,
My knees will creak each time I walk,
My teeth perforce I’ll have to knock,
Perhaps I’ll face a big ear-block!
Each time I eat I’ll have a choke,
My nails will be brittle and broke,
My hair, all scanty at the yoke,
My voice, at best, a hoarse old croak!
Most of the time in bed I’ll lie,
And as the days go slowly by,
I’ll fret and fume, then gently sigh,
At last! I’ll be prepared to die!
4 Comments
Awesome imagination Mumma 👏👏👏 Very well described and soothing voice 🎉🎉🎉 Keep it up 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽
Thanks dear Uday for your generous appreciation.. God bless you abundantly! 😍🙏😘🤩
Vivid description!! Very sweet rhymes…
Naughty yet sad … That’s how most old people are, and your poem reflects these characteristics so well…
Loved the second para especially!
Thanks Ninzy! You’re always encouraging and I feel really blessed… God bless you child… 😍🙏👍🤩😘