I’m getting older…and feeling it too.
I painted our dining room walls…only got halfway done.
I get up early in the morning…but still don’t finish my chores.
I walk miles on a treadmill…but still don’t lose enough pounds;
I ride a recumbent bike…that doesn’t help much either.
I have fun now with exercises for my brain…don’t even need a bike!
I cook most everything from scratch…keeping the sodium and calories down.
I vacuum the carpets and mop the floors…my hair drips with drops of sweat.
I start one project…then forget two others, or was it start two and forget one.
I make a grocery list…then leave it at home.
I need more time to think up a poem or story…so write it down quickly before I forget.
I wash and dry my clothes carefully…but they still shrink.
I could sew, crochet, knit, or craft all day…but rheumatoid arthritis is slowing me down.
I used to put on makeup—lipstick and eye stuff…but it doesn’t satisfy anymore.
I used to kneel in my bedroom to pray…the knees complain too much now.
I still do spring-cleaning in the house…but it takes all spring time to do it.
I had no problem with reading…now I need glasses and a good strong light.
I must have the house real cool for sleeping…hangover probably from the change of things.
I used to hear a whisper a mile away…now I go for the close-ups or repeats.
I used to love to hang out the wash…smelled great but hard on the hands.
I am noticing that technology is changing too fast…it takes me longer to grasp the knack.
I tremble at the closeness of the world today…too many people with no place to go.
I sense the undercurrent anger stewing in people…this breeds coldhearted characters.
I find myself reading the obits in the paper…even though I don’t know too many people here.
I find myself having to take pills everyday…never was a good swallower.
I find young people are looking too young…to be starting a family.
I find the list too long of my great-grandchildren…hard to remember all those birth dates.
I find myself more grateful I can still drive…I value my independence greatly.
I find aging to be a literal pain…and I will be kicking and screaming, but smiling all the way.