Pre-Sixties Inventory

‘Twas the night before sixty
And while tossing in bed
I considered my body
From my toes to my head.

My arches have fallen
My calves ache with fatigue
Poor ankles are swollen
Oh, where’s the Aleve?

My thighs nicknamed thunder,
Hips ache all the time.
Stomach pooches with abandon,
Breasts droop, it’s a crime!

My neck’s crepey like a chicken’s
My face wrinkled like a Sharpei’s
But brown eyes still a’twinkle
While brown hair’s turning gray.

The changes have been gradual,
And not overnight
Thank goodness I’ve had time
To deal with the fright.

Today’s the day I kiss my fifties goodbye. I’m really looking forward to this decade. If it weren’t the middle of the week I’d go out dancing until 2 a.m., drink my companions under the table, and run naked through the streets singing “Born to be Wild” at the top of my lungs. Good thing it’s Wednesday.
Peace, people!

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

17 thoughts on “Pre-Sixties Inventory”

  1. Happy Birthday! To my way of thinking, it is actually good to be past your fifties. They are sort of the bodies line of demarcation. If you can survive your fifties, then the road opens up considerably as to how far you’ll travel. Congratulations & keep writing, geo.


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