Some problems in life are easily fixed, while the negative effects of others can at least be minimised by wise choices and actions. The one thing that is not negotiable is the ultimate ending of life on this earth for every person. Gracious acceptance of that reality, along with the unavoidable process of ageing, often enables an easier transition. After enjoying a good laugh with friends as we shared our more hilarious forgetful moments, I came up with the following light-hearted look at life in the later decades.
I hurry here, I scurry there, I cannot find them anywhere. My false teeth gone, oh dear, I fear Without them I look old and queer.
My specs have also done a duck, What filthy stinking rotten luck. A stronger word would also rhyme, I’ll keep that for another time.
Now where’s my wretched hearing aid? Another sense has dared to fade. A gourmet meal? Ha! What a waste, I mourn the loss of smell and taste.
But worst of all, the steady drain On what was once a switched-on brain. My mind now plays a nasty prank: I need a name, there’s just a blank…
‘Forget’ is such a beastly word, Can make me seem and sound absurd. What can I do, what can I blame? Oh damn and blast, what is my name!
You are forewarned, there’s no escape. It can’t be fixed with sticky tape. So use time well, accept life’s way, Enjoy the present of each day.