Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Musing on Maturity

I'm half-way over sixty:
My middle-age spread is such
That I can no longer see
The toes I used to touch.

I've lost hearing in one ear,
My youthful energy is spent.
As near as I can tell,
My get up and go got itself up and went!

To keep my boobs up off my knees
It takes a heavy-duty bra:
My teeth spend nights away from me
On the dresser in a jar.

Once an avid Cosmo reader
"100 Ways to Please Your Man,"
Now I find total fascination
Learning the benefits of bran!

Okay, so I took a little poetic license there...I still have my own teeth. But who knows what the next thing to go will be?


Jeannine said...

I like this....the last paragraph is too true!!

Kelley said...

This is hilarious, Eva!! I actually got a little sad for the lonely teeth. Ha! Glad you still have yours. :) So glad you linked this up with #findingthefunny. I needed that laugh!