All This and Cataracts, Too
Sometimes I kid myself:
I’m young, sexy, skinny, and brilliant.
Yes, I kid myself.
In reality, I’m old, dumpy, chunky, and bland.
And now I’m told I have cataracts. Yes, they’re “baby cataracts,” and shouldn’t be an issue for a number of years, but dammit all to hell; I have cataracts.
I see trouble on the horizon. Wait! I can’t see the horizon!
Peace, people.
©2017 by Leslie Noyes
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Thank you!
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Well, you are not boring, that’s for sure! 🙂
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Whew!
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Aging is cruel. You’re absolutely not boring btw. 😉 There’s nothing to see here, move along. (Trying to find the positive spin on it.)
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Hahaha!!!
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