I’m not afraid of being 80
I can be the feisty old lady,
or, demure and unsure.
Let people smile and roll their eyes.
“Sorry I parked so close.”
“Could you help me reach those pies”
“Can you pull these carts apart”
“what was that?
No, I didn’t fart”
“I’m sorry you spoke too fast.. . .”
“I’m a little slow
Let me move over and let you pass.”
“Can you read this number
It’s a little small,
I can’t read it at all”
“Could I have soup in a cup?
And extra napkins
Tremors make it hard to eat”
‘I’m sorry what did you say
I hate to ask you to please repeat.’
I sometimes wear a scarf.
trying to stay warm and
trying to look smart:
Hiding my wrinkly neck and
Catching the crumbs
From cake or buns.
I can be feisty and appear clueless.
Although my body is fading,
Don’t underestimate my thinking.
My body may be at times “helpless”
But my brain keeps on ticking.
There seems to be an app for everything
But, not for old age.
It’s not just another stage in life
It’s the last page in the journal
of my life.
Each day, I celebrate the miracle of 80!
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