Musing on Maturity: A Poem

Eva  Gallant
I'm half-way over sixty:
My middle-age spread is such
That I can no longer see
The toes I used to touch.

I've lost hearing in one ear,
My youthful energy is spent.
As near as I can tell,
My get up and go got itself up and went!

To keep my boobs up off my knees
It takes a heavy-duty bra:
My teeth spend nights away from me
On the dresser in a jar.

Once an avid Cosmo reader
"100 Ways to Please Your Man,"
Now I find total fascination
Learning the benefits of bran!

Okay, so I took a little poetic license there...I still have my own teeth. But who knows what the next thing to go will be?

Published by Eva Gallant

I am a retired insurance sales rep, a former teacher and a wife, mother, and grandmother.  View profile

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  • Carrie Matilda8/31/2009

    This is all so much truer than I like to think.

  • Bobbie Sandlin8/15/2009

    LMAO!!! I love this!! Great poetry, and such fun rhyme!

  • Micah Myers8/6/2009

    haha, this is cute!

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