Humor Poetry posted August 25, 2019

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Growing old

My Orthopedic Shoes

by Patty Palmer

I may have grown older
And my hair has turned gray
But I still have some life to live
It gets better every day!

I'm not asked to be the Chairman
Of groups that I belong.
They think that I'm forgetful
And I'm not willing to let on!

If I don't feel like attending
Some hum drum affair
I just bow out by telling them
My arthritis has had a flare!

Attending plays and concerts
I'm offered a front row seat.
They think because I look so old
That I probably can't see.

People in the grocery line
Part to let me through
It works best when I'm wearing
My orthopedic shoes.

They think the cane I carry
I need to help me walk just so.
But, don't tell anyone
That the cane is just for show.

I'm offered a seat on the bus
Others carry my bags with a smile.
They don't know that at the gym
I just walked a twelve-minute mile!

My bluish white hair works well
At getting me lots of attention.
But underneath that wig of mine
The color we won't mention.

The exaggerated bifocals
That I wear upon my head.
Just adds to the aura that
I probably should be dead!

I'm really fit as a fiddle!
But I've already paid my dues.
I'm taking advantage of my age
In my orthopedic shoes!

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