
Here I am at the ripe old age of eighty-two
Can’t say I’m still standing, that wouldn’t be true
I use a power wheelchair to get myself around
As for my mental state, I think I’m fairly sound
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I need some help in the morning getting out of bed
The caregiver then makes sure my two cats are fed
I eat some eggs or maybe a cheese danish instead
Some scriptures from my Bible next will be read
~*~
It still seems strange not having far to look ahead
It’s not that it wasn’t there right along, often I have said
But now it’s right in front of me, so I should not dread
It’s a fact, eventually everyone of us will end up dead
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Author Eileen Clark
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Hard to hit like on this one even if it is true, Eileen.
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Hi, I like your comment. 🙂
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Well, I love this! Are you really 82? The poem is fun and wise and deep at the same time.
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Hi, yes I am, will be 83 in three months. Thank you for making my blog more enjoyable. 🙂
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Well, my mind is officially blown. Congrats on being awesome. And thanks for the lovely reply! 🙏😀💗✨
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At my age, 88, I find that I must walk the talk. I enjoyed your post.
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Hello, I’m right with you! 🙂
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A wise and profound poem, Eileen. Live each moment as if it were your last.❤️
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Good day Eugenia, I try cause it could be. 🙂
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I like the poem Eileen. I am only a few months older than you. I will be 83 in November. Thinking and living one day at a time is what works for me. Keep writing and I wish you all the very best. Big hugs.
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Hi Mags, thank you for commenting, I will be 83 December 9th. big hugs back.
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Excellent poem. You are an inspiration for us. ♥️♥️♥️♥️
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Thank you very much, best regards.
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