Today I had a visitor.
It was the Cookie Elf.
She mixed and baked the cookies.
Then she placed them on my shelf.
She took the flour and sugar,
added in the choc’late chips,
enriched with fine ingredients
that taste good on the lips.
The oven took its perfect part
in turning batter gold.
Warm cookies from the oven
are a fine thing to behold!
So now I can have cookies
with a glass of ice-cold milk….
a taste treat for the ages
that slips down as smooth as silk.
Please come again, Cookie Elf!
My white hair’s growing thinner.
You can see my pale pink scalp.
If my hair thins out much further,
I’ll look like a Balding Alp.
The flowers in my garden
lift my heart and ease my mind.
The beauty of a garden
is a precious thing to find.
I rose up feeling happy,
with a smile upon my face —
stepped outside my bedroom–
smile was gone, without a trace.
Poor John.
The dog had an unhappy night,
for there, outside my door,
I saw my friendly buddy
had to poop upon the floor.
Poor John.
I went to my computer,
ordered up a new device.
It would clean the dirty carpet
and would leave things looking nice!
Smart John.
But then I got a message
that gave me a second shock:
They’d like to fill my order,
but the cleaner’s Not in Stock.
Poor John.
So I petted friendly buddy,
with her big head on my lap,
and went back to my bedroom.
Guess it’s time to take a nap.
Poor John.
But I rose to face the music.
Faced the challenge with a shrug.
And got down on my hands and knees
and cleaned the dirty rug.
Poor John
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Poor John
I rose up feeling happy,
with a smile upon my face —
stepped outside my bedroom–
smile was gone, without a trace.
Poor John.
The dog had an unhappy night,
for there, outside my door,
I saw my friendly buddy
had to poop upon the floor.
Poor John.
I went to my computer,
ordered up a new device.
It would clean the dirty carpet
and would leave things looking nice!
Smart John.
But then I got a message
that gave me a second shock:
They’d like to fill my order,
but the cleaner’s Not in Stock.
Poor John.
So I petted friendly buddy,
with her big head on my lap,
and went back to my bedroom.
Guess it’s time to take a nap.
Poor John.
But I rose to face the music.
Faced the challenge with a shrug.
And got down on my hands and knees
and cleaned the dirty rug.
Poor John
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Poor John
I rose up feeling happy,
with a smile upon my face —
stepped outside my bedroom–
smile was gone, without a trace.
Poor John.
The dog had an unhappy night,
for there, outside my door,
I saw my friendly buddy
had to poop upon the floor.
Poor John.
I went to my computer,
ordered up a new device.
It would clean the dirty carpet
and would leave things looking nice!
Smart John.
But then I got a message
that gave me a second shock:
They’d like to fill my order,
but the cleaner’s Not in Stock.
Poor John.
So I petted friendly buddy,
with her big head on my lap,
and went back to my bedroom.
Guess it’s time to take a nap.
Poor John.
But I rose to face the music.
Faced the challenge with a shrug.
And got down on my hands and knees
and cleaned the dirty rug.
Poor John
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Poor John
I rose up feeling happy,
with a smile upon my face —
stepped outside my bedroom–
smile was gone, without a trace.
Poor John.
The dog had an unhappy night,
for there, outside my door,
I saw my friendly buddy
had to poop upon the floor.
Poor John.
I went to my computer,
ordered up a new device.
It would clean the dirty carpet
and would leave things looking nice!
Smart John.
But then I got a message
that gave me a second shock:
They’d like to fill my order,
but the cleaner’s Not in Stock.
Poor John.
So I petted friendly buddy,
with her big head on my lap,
and went back to my bedroom.
Guess it’s time to take a nap.
Poor John.
But I rose to face the music.
Faced the challenge with a shrug.
And got down on my hands and knees
and cleaned the dirty rug.
Poor John
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Will you join me in my garden?
We could visit over tea.
We could share this springtime beauty.
I’d enjoy your company.
Cut and curl and brush and comb.
Spray and gel and mousse and foam.
To change from duckling to a swan:
Hie thee to thy Hair Salon!
The DAR admitted me.
They said that they could show
that they could trace a “patriot”
far back as they could go!
My mother’s father’s fam’ly
had a robust fam’ly tree,
and when they shook its branches,
well, they climbed right down to me!
The house stands empty.
Owner gone.
The children, grown, have all moved on.
‘Twas built with love, long years ago,
but, times do change, and children grow.
So now it stands. A vacant shell.
Shrug off the past.
It’s time to sell.
Today I watched a butterfly.
It fluttered ‘cross the lawn.
It touched a blossom to its lips,
and, then, it fluttered on.
Today I send you hope and love.
I send you happiness.
I send you warmth and merriment.
And, know that you are blessed.
Living the Aging Life 