Thought and Poem

Thought and Poem – August 22, 2014

Oh dear. Warm summer days have been giving way to cooler nights lately and it is not even September yet! I don’t know about you, but I am not ready for the cracking and popping sounds that comes from my body because of the cooler weather and aging. I am not telling you how many years I have lived, but a good doctor would be able to tell my age just by examining my body.

I don’t have to go to a concert to hear music as my body plays its own musical songs. Each day my body can sing a different tune. My ears ring; sometimes high pitches or low pulsating sounds. Add to this, the background noise from my hearing aids and this covers the rhythm section and a few of the different keys that are needed to make the sounds blend in with each other to produce the “music” I hear from this part of my body.

A Maestro would have had to exert himself when trying to conduct the sounds I made when working out in my garden this summer. On top of variable grunting sounds I could make, he would have had to try to blend in the additional sounds that came from my back, knees and arms when I had to bend, lift, pull; all the while breathing at the same time. Who would have known aging would be so much fun?

What about you? What instrumental sounds does your body make as the seasons change or just on a regular basis? Share your thoughts with us…Jeanne Claire Probst

I Have Grown Old

Yikes, I have grown old

Where did the time go?

It seems just like only yesterday

I looked in the mirror and thought I was “okay.”

But now I look and can’t believe

The gray hairs on my head are more than I want to see.

And who would ever think to be true

That I would someday see the wrinkles too?

Then I got to thinking how I earned all the medals

That my body has displayed where the years have settled

In the cracks and nooks they seem to hold

All my life memories as they unfold.

The love handles above my hips

Created from eating all the foods I bought from all my shopping trips.

The saddlebag hips now sport a double wide

Reminders of the children I bore that sat there with pride.

What about the boobs’ that once stood proud and tall

Only to hang low below my waist where they now fall?

And my butt that once was firm and tight

No more will it bring whistles of delight.

Back in my younger days I went to bed in one piece

No so much today as my hearing aids, glasses and fake teeth lay at night on the TV.

My body has taken a turbulent toll

Go ahead and tell me how bad I look if you are so bold.

I have decided that I am who I turned out to be

And I am content to accept what life has left for me

I made it this far and as far as I know

I have a lot of more living left to go.

So whether I can see you, hear you or chew foods you bring

Listen up as I tell you something.

I am still beautiful and have more memories to make

I have still more years of living to take.

So give me some rouge, eye pencils and bright red lipstick

Give me my girdle, my “depends” and my walking sticks.

Give me my daily dosage of “Geritol” liquid, my “Gerd” meds and whatever else I need to take

That will help me to make it till noontime awake.

And if I get there I am on a roll

I have set staying awake until night time a goal.

And if I make it from my chair to my bed

Than I am thankful for the day and for tomorrow I look ahead.

Jeanne Claire Probst