Monday, May 9, 2011

ode to me own boithday by karen lyons kalmenson

getting old sure ain't funny
the top half sags and crinkles up
the bottom half gets runny
we forget to remember
we remember to forget
did anyone find the fountain
of yoot?
(boo hoo)not yet;-D

ode to me boithday part duh

getting old is not a long term thing
sooner or later the grim reaper rings
but until that point, the decrepids
creep in, lodging themselves everywhere
above and below my falling chin
whoever invented this system
must have been wired
to quote donald trump
rule maker "you're fired"
so there, as long i do not have
mr trump's hair;-D

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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson