Menopause I.

                                                                             
                                                                             

                                                                             

              

                                               

Some women feel hot.

Some women perspire a lot.

  Some women can't sleep.

Some women just weep.

                                         

         Some women feel pain.

                   

   Some women weight gain.

Some women sprout hair.

Some women despair.

Some women stop sex.

Some women become wrecks.

BUT

Some women are lucky,

as lucky can be...

Some women sail through,

with such irritating glee!

                                 
                                     

That Time Of Year.

That Time Of Year!

HURRAY! Chocolate time is back,

Let’s attack! let’s attack!

What a choice! Where to start?

I think I’ll put this one;

And this one...and this one,

In the cart.

Small, medium or big?

When Easter is over, I’ll be a pig!

No counting calories now – after Easter I vow,

To re-start nutritional control,

That’s only if....

There no more chocies in the bowl!

Still trying to decide – I think I need a chocolate guide!

Milk, dark or white – what a GLORIOUS sight!

With fillings or without? –  my goodness, such doubt!

Shall I take the lot? – OH HECK! Why not?!

Gerry

Gerry

Skinny and white

I purr with delight.

I have a little pink nose

Which looks like a rose.

A short black tail

That I swish or trail.

Gigantic ears

The shape of tears.

I don't look like much!

But I'm soft to touch.

Full of love to give

In this new home that I live.

Happy, as happy, can be

I love mum, and she loves me!

Hugh

Hugh.

Soft and small

With great big paws

My little fur ball

Has enormous claws.

He's got a bushy tail

And large green eyes

A handsome male

Who's very wise.

A beautiful coat

And pointy ears

If I could vote

He'd stay for years.

One of a kind

Most unique!

A spectacular find

With a baby squeak.

My feline friend

That's come to stay

My heart to mend

Beginning today!

Age...

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . When you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . . Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . The things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . .. Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .. . . . With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . Who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . With wings on his feet..
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . A lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . .. That I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . . . . Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . To see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . .. . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . Shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . Young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . And nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . .. . Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . Grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . .. . . Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . A young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . .. . Life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . Gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . Open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . See ME!!

* This was posted by a friend of mine on Facebook but it moved me so deeply that I wanted to share it again on my blog. This was written by an old man in a nursing home. When he died the nurses found this poem in his draw  and they were all moved to tears...So was I!!!

Elements

Elements.

The sun shines hot upon our heads
Record heat, that cannot be fled
Days and days of a sweaty bod
Messing with nature, annoys God
A gentle breeze starts to flow
Stronger and stronger it does blow
Dark, dark clouds begin to form
It’s going to be...  A MIGHTY STORM!
A flash of light - a crashing sound
The elements raging all around
A pitter-patter against the pane
Announces the start of heavy rain
And down it falls in sheets of white
The day outside becomes night
Mother Nature at her best
Her P.M.T our current guest
Rain falls long, rain falls hard
The grass lies flattened in the Yard
But wait...the quiet has returned
Hurray....
The mighty storm has been adjourned!

Time.

Watch the water run,

Watch it trickle away,

Just like time....

Doesn't linger, 

Doesn't stay....