Posted in Humor, Poetry


I’ve lost my mind

Or so I have been told

Tends to come

With getting old.

But I feel alright

Until my tongue gets out

Then my eyes shift

And I start to doubt.

Oh I keep things straight

Except the hairs on my head

But they lay down

Once I hit the bed.

I’m not crazy

But I’m not sane

I’m just goofy 

With a walking cane.

Posted in Poetry

Aging Disgracefully

I have found my personal mortality,
And much too young!!
How much more can I change??
I hear the clock ticking on my fun.

Why you ask?
Well because I cannot deny a physical fact.
I am going to die before I turn 40!
What do you think about that?

I don’t have a medical diagnosis-
And there are no threats on my life.
It is so much more serious-
The cause of my strife.

It was a simple little tickle-
Daily in the corner of my left eye-
And no matter how much I washed and looked-
I could not identify why.

Then it happened….
And the lighting was just right…
I couldn’t believe what I saw…
I saw it with my own sight!!!!

Right there in my eye lashes
Was one shorter hair
How on earth is this fair??

I plucked it away-
But you know more will come out.
I have such little time left!
This is vanity’s shout out!!