Old Age

A Poem to My Husband

 

 

Old Age

 

Old age, my dear, is fast approaching

Wrinkles are indeed, encroaching.

 

The battle of the bulge is showing;

Your hair on top is swiftly going.

 

My hair is turning slightly grey;

What makes our skin get spots this way?

 

I take my teeth out to brush and then,

You turn your hearing aide up again.

 

I guess old age is finally here,

But we’re in this together my dear!

 

Myrna H. Rickard

(Written for her husband 9-28-98)

 

 

Reviews

[Donna Lorenz]

I LOVE HER WORK ALSO AUGUSTINE. SHE IS MY VERY DEAR SISTER-IN-LAW.

[whispereversolightly]

Simply amazing, I really like your style. It's simply refreshing to read something that isn't full of hating or slicing one self. This is loving.