Special Days In May
Special Days In May
Oh dear, I'm dreading posting this one:
I'm 40 on the 14th. (excuse me while I just scream...aaaarrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!)
I'm 40 on the 14th. (excuse me while I just scream...aaaarrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!)
- Lena & Harry Smith
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Never mind Gray, it's not all doom and gloom,,, remember ...
Conservative Or Sporty, It's Not Until Your Forty.
You Learn The How And Why and the What And When.
In The Twenties And The Thirties, You Want Your Love In Large Amounts
But After You Reach Forty, It's The Quality That Counts .
.... Sophie Tucker.
Conservative Or Sporty, It's Not Until Your Forty.
You Learn The How And Why and the What And When.
In The Twenties And The Thirties, You Want Your Love In Large Amounts
But After You Reach Forty, It's The Quality That Counts .
.... Sophie Tucker.
You have a few more years to enjoy being young Gray, 41, 42. 43. 44, and even 45...but then you're getting very close to the dreaded 50!
Actually, the 60s get better again. Then you can begin having senior moments, wear comfortable or ridiculous clothes, complain, and not give a damn what other people think..
Enjoy being 40.
Marian.
Actually, the 60s get better again. Then you can begin having senior moments, wear comfortable or ridiculous clothes, complain, and not give a damn what other people think..
Enjoy being 40.
Marian.
- Lena & Harry Smith
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I'M FINE, HOW ARE YOU?
There's nothing the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as can be,
I have arthritis in both knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out,
And my diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
And arch supports I need for my feet...
Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin...
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Old age is golden I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I go to bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
And my glasses on a shelf, until I get up.
And when sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my Youth has been spent,
Is my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went!
But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get-up has been.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing, I'm therefore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump back into bed.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
Is that for you and me, who are growing old....
It is better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let people know the shape we are in.
I thought I'd join Keith with a poem.
I can't take the credit for it though.
Marian
There's nothing the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as can be,
I have arthritis in both knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out,
And my diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
And arch supports I need for my feet...
Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin...
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Old age is golden I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I go to bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
And my glasses on a shelf, until I get up.
And when sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my Youth has been spent,
Is my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went!
But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get-up has been.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing, I'm therefore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump back into bed.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
Is that for you and me, who are growing old....
It is better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let people know the shape we are in.
I thought I'd join Keith with a poem.
I can't take the credit for it though.
Marian
- Lena & Harry Smith
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It has given us food for thought Marian and a smile.
Here's one that we can't take cerdit for either, but the sign of things to come... ouch !!:roll:
Thought I'd let the doctor check me cos I didn't feel quite right.
Those aches and pains annoyed me and I couldn't sleep at night.
He couldn't find disorder, but he wouldn't let it rest.
What with Medicare and Blue Cross he said he'd do some tests..
He sent me to the hospital, though I didn't feel that bad.
He arranged for them to give me every test that could be had..
I was fluoroscoped, cystostoscoped, my ageing frame displayed.
Then slapped me on a table while my gizzards were ex-rayed.
I was checked for worms and parasites, for fungus and the crud.
Then pierced with the sharpest needles, taking samples of my blood.
The doctors came to check me, I was probed and pushed around.
To make sure I was living, even wired me up for sound.
They've finally concluded, their finds could fill a page.
What I have will someday kill me, my affliction is old age.
Here's one that we can't take cerdit for either, but the sign of things to come... ouch !!:roll:
Thought I'd let the doctor check me cos I didn't feel quite right.
Those aches and pains annoyed me and I couldn't sleep at night.
He couldn't find disorder, but he wouldn't let it rest.
What with Medicare and Blue Cross he said he'd do some tests..
He sent me to the hospital, though I didn't feel that bad.
He arranged for them to give me every test that could be had..
I was fluoroscoped, cystostoscoped, my ageing frame displayed.
Then slapped me on a table while my gizzards were ex-rayed.
I was checked for worms and parasites, for fungus and the crud.
Then pierced with the sharpest needles, taking samples of my blood.
The doctors came to check me, I was probed and pushed around.
To make sure I was living, even wired me up for sound.
They've finally concluded, their finds could fill a page.
What I have will someday kill me, my affliction is old age.
- Lena & Harry Smith
- Posts: 21514
- Joined: Tue Jul 12, 2005 10:05 am
- Location: London UK