I HOPE I DON’T LOSE MY SENSE OF HUMOR!
I see all the getting older jokes of losing this or that.
Where are my keys and what did I do with my hat?
We are forever looking to find our young figure flairs.
While at the same time, we look for chocolate eclairs.
We look for the perfect clothes to instant camouflage.
No, we are not going hunting, only going to the garage.
Where are our glasses, how do we always lose them
But can find every wrinkle and bulge when we see ‘em?
One thing I would like to keep close to me and not lose
Is my sense of humor so I don’t get a case of the blues.
When gravity keeps changing the way my body looks.
And all I wear will require special buttons and hooks.
I may have to place a very special box on my table
To occasionally pull out my witty side, that is if I am able.
A good burst of laughter may truly be the best medicine
Because my persistent doctor acts like food is a deadly sin.
Lord, I asked for some patience and I was told to wait
And while I did I found weight gain to be my dreaded fate.
So while getting older, I am trying to google and search
Eating a snack while trying to balance on this high perch.
Why with all the advertised diets on the social pages.
Showing everyone in bikinis promising me the latest rages.
As a total Seenager, all I am looking for is my sense of fun
Since they want me to take my cute fat self and begin to run.
As a writer of poetry, I wrote this poem to welcome
In my fantastic seventieth year of this crazy life.
Arline Miller, author 2019
This poem is for all my friends who know me well and know I will go into this next decade, laughing and having fun.
