I needed something more to do in my life. I was sixty years old and home much of the time dealing with arthritis. My younger daughter gave me her kids old Barbie computer as they just had purchased a much better one for the the girls. It took me awhile getting the hang of it, just sending out tons of emails to her, my granddaughters, and my son. I thought I was so cool because many of my sixty year old friends didn’t even want to sit down to a computer much less touch it. huh! Today I have a website called “Books & Poems ~ coffee & teas” and I have three blogs. I love posting my poems, short story’s and pictures. I love having people follow my blog and leave comments as I do the same with their blogs. Now my arthritis is much worse and I am using a wheelchair to get around. I would be lost and totally bored without my blogs and my followers. A big thank you to everyone.
I’m Seventy Five !
My forgetter’s getting better
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke.
For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering
If I really should be ‘there’
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven’t got a prayer!
Often times I walk into a room,
Say “what am I here for?”
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say “Hi” and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, “who was that?”
Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.