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Old Age
Old age is a privilege.
You cannot buy it.
You cannot sell it.
You cannot earn it.
You cannot inherit it.
You cannot merit it.
So if you are fortunate enough to have it, for heaven's sake enjoy it; and
do not complain about it.
Remember, if you were not old-you would be
Dead!
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The Age Detector is Copyright 1996 - by
Timothy W Macinta.
Remembering
Just a line to say I'm living,
that I'm not among the dead,
Though I'm getting more forgetful
and mixed up in the head.
I got used to my arthritis,
to my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals,
but God, I miss my mind.
For sometimes I can't remember
when I stand at the foot of the stair,
If I must go up for something
or have I just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often
my poor mind is filled with doubt.
Have I just put the food away or
have I come to take some out?
And there are times when it is dark
with my night cap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring, or
just getting out of bed.
So, if it's my turn to write you
there's no need getting sore,
I may think that I have written
and don't want to be a bore.
So, remember that I love you
and wish that you were near,
But now it's nearly mail time
so I must say goodbye, dear.
There I stand beside the mailbox
with a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead.
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