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Nifty Fifty? Hmmm...

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You're at that certain 'middle age'
when life begins to throw
out challenges, like how you lose
those things you used to know.

Peoples' names are first to go,
and then your train of thought;
it's not uncommon to get home,
forgetting what you'd bought.

Your hearing then is next to go
(but this, you won't admit),
your conversations get confused ~
you've missed the vital bit.

But worst of all, your sight gets poor,
the world becomes a fuzz;
you fool yourself: it won't last long...
but of course, it always does.

You can't see in the mirror now
to spot those wayward hairs
that sprout up without warning
on your chin in gleeful pairs!

In summary, your lot looks grim
and every day is spent
in searching for your blasted specs,
forgetting where they went.












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  • ParadoxVictory85
    November 11
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    Niiice. Altruistic. Write on!

  • suecat
    October 25

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    O dear, it's all so true! Just wait till you get to 60!!!! At least I don't lose my glasses, cause if I take them off,I can't see a thing.
    Great poem, as usual!! And watch the cracks about ginger wine...hic!


  • Pattiboo silver member
    October 20

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    OH BOY

    Just wait until you reach 70 fifty is the new thirty didn't you know?

    at 50 I still dyed my hair blond wore make up and learned to drive. Fifty was soooooo good
    Dunno when the rot set in but I look at my daughters who are in their forties and try to imagine myself at that age again I wish ..

    You can't see in the mirror now
    to spot those wayward hairs
    that sprout up without warning
    on your chin in gleeful pairs!


    We old fogies spend a lot of time stroking our chins haven't you noticed? What can't be seen can all to easily be felt ...

  • davidwright silver member
    October 20

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    Very clever and well written. "Nifty Fifty," like a poor relation who comes for dinner early and stays late.

    Happy trails.


  • trekkergirl
    October 20

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    Oh I can so related to this one and I am not yet fifty. I never remember names... and I am always losing things. So yeah I can totally relate. Thanks for sharing this very good write with us.

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