Aah, The Golden Years!

SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKS

A row of bottles on my shelf Caused me to analyze myself.

One yellow pill I have to pop Goes to my heart so it won’t stop.

A little white one that I take Goes to my hands so they won’t shake.

The blue ones that I use a lot Tell me I’m happy when I’m not.

The purple pill goes to my brain And tells me that I have no pain.

The capsules tell me not to wheeze Or cough or choke or even sneeze.

The red ones, smallest of them all Go to my blood so I won’t fall.

The orange ones, so big and bright Prevent my leg cramps in the night.

Such an array of brilliant pills Helping to cure all kinds of ills.

But what I’d really like to know……….. Is what tells each one where to go!

Another Year Has Passed

9999Another year has passed
And we’re all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter
And winter seems much colder.

There was a time not long ago
When life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
About ‘Living in the Past’

We used to go to weddings,
Football games and lunches..
Now we go to funeral homes
And after-funeral brunches.

We used to have hangovers,
From parties that were gay.
Now we suffer body aches
And wile the night away.

We used to go out dining,
And couldn’t get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags,
Come home and take a pill.

We used to often travel
To places near and far.
Now we get sore asses
From riding in the car.

We used to go to nightclubs
And drink a little booze.
Now we stay home at night
And watch the evening news.

That, my friend is how life is,
And now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up…
Before you’re too damned old!

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I am standing upon the seashore.

I am standing upon the seashore.

A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
“There she goes! “Gone where? Gone from my sight . . . that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment
when someone at my side says,
“There she goes!”
there are other eyes watching her coming . . .
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout .. .

“Here she comes!”

Never Trust A Cricketer

1NEVER TRUST A CRICKETER

Come all ye fair young maidens and harken unto me, never trust a cricketer, whoever he may be.

Randier than a sailor who’s been six months at sea, never let a cricketer’s hand an inch above your knee.

First let’s take the pace man, pure speed from first to last! My darlings do be careful; his balls are hard and fast.

Then there’s the medium pacer, his balls swing either way; he’s really most persistent and can keep it up all day!

Beware the off-spinner, girls, another awkward chap. If you leave him half an opening, he will slip one through the gap!

Then there’s the wily ‘slow’, pure cunning is his strength; he’ll tempt you, then he’ll trap you with his very subtle length.

So ladies, do be careful, your mothers would agree. Never trust a cricketer, whoever he may be.

And what about the opening bat, his struggles never cease! His only one ambition, to linger at the crease.

The number three is a dasher, he seldom prods and pokes. When he goes into action, he has a fine array of strokes..

And do beware the slogger, not content with one or two; when he arrives at the crease then only six will do.

Then there’s the real stone-waller, girls, he knows what he’s about; and if you let him settle in, it’s hard to get him out!

We come now to the last man, I hope this will not shock, he doesn’t mind if he’s last man in, as long as he gets a knock.

So, darlings, do be careful, and be well warned by me: Never trust a cricketer, whoever he may be.

And watch the wicket-keeper, girls, he’s full of flair and dash; and if you raise your heels, he’ll whip them off in a flash.

If you take the field with the captain, you had better know the score; or he’ll have you in positions that you never knew before!

And the commentator is a nasty sort of bloke, he watches all the action and describes it stroke by stroke.

Even the kindly umpire, who looks friendly as a pup; you’ll quickly find you’ve had it, when he puts his finger up!

So, darlings, please remember and repeat it after me: !!!!NEVER TRUST A CRICKETER, WHOEVER HE MAY BE!!!!!