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Senior Citizen...conclusion
by Bonnie David, WC poetMarch 20, 2012
Senior citizen…conclusion
Yeah, somewhere along the line Father Time slipped in my back door to rearrange my life and he brought Mother Nature with him to sprinkle stiffness in my bones and wrinkles that I thought I’d only see on my mom…it wouldn’t ever happen to me! She tampers with my brain as forgetfulness lurks close by. Postit notes are a staple in my life now.
That brings me to the subject of fooling Mother Nature, a time consuming venture. My morning routine now lasts into early afternoon. I have more creams, lotions and magic potions than I have silverware. Late night boredom brings me an overwhelming urge to be a blond.
How well I remember the orange hair fiasco. A glitch in timing and I looked like Ronald McDonald or at very least…I nearly glowed in the dark!
Have ya ever stood in front of a mirror and given yourself a temporary facelift? You know, take your fingers along the edge of your face and draw it back? My advice is DON’T….you have to let go sometime and it’s downright depressing!
And I’m surely not ready for the fluorescent pantsuit brigade! My mother lived to be 98. How well I remember years ago when her sister’s were still living and you could hardly tell them apart. They all dressed in these bright colored pantsuits and I thought to myself…never, never, never! I’ll soon be sixty eight and I don’t think I’ll ever outgrow blue jeans, toe rings and ankle bracelets. I don’t think I’ll ever outgrow country music, old rock ‘n roll, dancing and tipping a beer now and then.
For all its kinks…and I feel every one of them, this is a good time of my life and a good time to be alive in spite of the economy. I’m not one of those who misses punching a time clock. I cherish my retirement days to dawdle away however I choose. Most of all, I cherish my children, grandchildren and great grandsons. I am blessed to still have all of my siblings. There’s nothing like aging to bring appreciation for those special people that for so many years you took for granted.
So I will grow old gracefully and with dignity and thank God for every day He gives me. But on the other hand, I will never stop fighting Mother Nature even though I know in the end she will win.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I know I left that wrinkle cream here somewhere……
Until next time…keep smilin’…
Bonnie L. David
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Good stuff. Your thoughts are refreshing and appreciated. Regarding your lost wrinkle cream, have you checked in the larger wrinkles?
I've a number of years on you. Let me assure you that it just gets better.
Bob