Just a couple of Poems
Seniors Choice March 2005
- With Joel Rickard -
Spring has sprung and so has my back
By Joel A. Rickard
I know a fellow, his name is Phil.
He rides a Harley, and is "over the hill".
Taking a ride to "Vegas" is right up his alley,
His biggest problem is "riding this valley".
I think of him as my bones creak and they moan.
I curse at his energy as I bend over and groan.
He calls it simply being young at the ol' heart.
I got other names as I think of this old far?.fellow.
Yep, spring has sprung and the grass is a grizzin.
Pruning and digging with tulips a-rizzin.
Raking and stuffing my next door's uncaring,
As he is young and smiles at this neighborly sharing.
I asked Phil why he enjoys riding when so much work is to be done,
And like many his age he replies with that all knowing grin.
"Why, my boys have moved back home and they call spring cleaning fun",
To which I comment that he is far from being like me? so fit and so thin.
Then I'll sneak out and fill his back tire up with propane
And up on the hill smiling as I dig and I pole
Will simply wait for that far off Ker?bang!!
As Phil and his "Cicle" hit a big old pothole.
The following "anonymous" poem also reflects a bit on spring and does bring a smile to anyone young enough to understand. Enjoy:
I'm Fine - How are you?
There's nothing the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as can be,
I have arthritis in both knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out,
And my diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
And arch supports I need for my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Old age is golden I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I go to bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
And my glasses on a shelf, until I get up.
And when sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my Youth has been spent,
Is my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went!
But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get-up has been.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing, I'm therefore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump back into bed.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
Is that for you and me, who are growing old.
It is better to say - "I'm fine" - with a grin,
Than to let people know the shape that we are in.
?and your dumb question for the month?.
Where did the expression "little white lie" come from?
If you know send it in to Joel c/o The Seniors Choice.
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