Something about getting old,
When you realize you can’t see, can’t hear, and can’t pee.
Now if you’re old like me,
You can surely agree, It’s not for the fainthearted;
But I realize, and thank God, it’s better than being dearly departed.
Now if you’re Mando or Rick,
Who always have been deer hunters,
Mando blaming he missed a hog not because of his sight
But because of his bad scope,
Or Rick, with his bad back, but he copes, and sheds no tears,
Good friends, hunting together through the many years.
Someone, and I won’t say who,
Told me to try and fit in Viagra into my harrowing tales,
For he thinks every man has experienced this a time or two;
But after living long lives like we have, my old friends and I can explain,
Thanking God for so many good times, surely negates, for we’ve nothing else to complain.
Bob
12/08/24
Thank goodness , I must not be that old because I am not in any of those pictures with you and please don’t ask me to ever take a photo with you! 🤪That theme about the pictures could have bern used in the Twilight Zone . Once you take a picture with you , you become part of your poem
Where are the old guys? All I see are pictures of accomplished Knights of the Holy Cross.
You are correct, Brother! Thanks for being there for me.
You know, Pat, it probably could have been used for the Twilight Zone. Still need a pic though.