Being Eighty-One

Dark were the tresses that are now so gray

Age creeps up on me day by day

Slowly, slowly go the feet

That once went skipping down the street.

Just look at this old lady today

To think I've been asked to model lingerie -

Crepy neck and wrinkled brow

Oh the difference from then to now.

All those faults don't worry me

Tho they are there to plainly see

So many things I cannot do

But I still accomplish one or two.

Regardless of age, games fascinate me -

In the middle of one I love to be.

It doesn't matter if I win the prize

Competition puts spark in these old eyes.

Now that I've turned eighty-one

You wonder how I can have so much fun

It's easy when one looks around

Many pleasures can be found.

Many friends come to visit me

There's books to read and some TV

A little knitting, a few crafts too

There's always something for me to do.

In counting my blessings I find

Most people are very kind

Loving relatives, friends by the score

Who in the world could ask for more.

I put on my glasses, get my hearing aid

Grab my crutches and have it made -

Off to a party with the help of my friends

The joy of living never ends.

- Myrtle Storm, the Octogenarian

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