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Holiday Poem About Aging
I don’t know the source of this poem, Gladys’ day care sent it home with her on Friday.
My Favorite Things
Maalox and nose drops and needles for knittin’
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittin’s
Bundles of magazines all tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cadillacs, cataracts, hearing aids, glasses,
Pollident, Fixodent, false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the pipes leak, when the bones creek, when the knees go bad.
Then I remember my favorite things and I don’t feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads and bunions,
No spicy hot food, no food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heat pad and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Back pains, confused brains and no fear of sinnin’
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin’,
And we won’t mention our short shrunken frames
When we remember or favorite things,
When the joints ache, when the hips break, when the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I’ve had, and then I don’t feel so bad.
For all Caregivers and their aging loved ones
Happy Holidays!
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Dec 21, 2008 - 02:12:02Very funny, in a grim sort of way!
One does have to have a slightly warped sense of humor to enjoy this poem; but if we live long enough, many of us will experience some of these things. Sometimes you have to laugh at something to be able to deal with it.
I must be truly twisted. My mind kept trying to fit the poem to the tune of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”
That would make it sort of a Baby Boomer anthem. ::ducking::
Seriously, thank you for the poem. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, Valerie, to you and Gladys and to all y’all’s loved ones. May these days be full of holiday trimmings and blessings.
I’m forever grateful for your support in the early days of my blog. Thank you. {{hugs}}
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