OVER THE HILL````30!
A Poem
And a package of Depends,
The road to thirty has given me some unlikely new friends,
Like Diet shakes and Body aches,
Doctor’s offices and Insurance Flakes,
METAMUCIL! SURE GIVE ME A HIT!
Pot, coke, and speed! That’s only for kids with zits,
At dinner, I am in awe, for it seems that my meal is VERY, VERY Small
No dessert for me, nope not at all, since my metabolism has now come to a crawl,
After dinner, I’ll go down and pick up my new walker,
Oh, did I fail to mention to the pharmacist that I am quite the pill popper?
Now, I am in my red robe and slippers, why has my stomach become so very vicious
I suppose I’ll take an ex-lax or two,
It’s not like I was going to stay up and SCREW!
Back in bed at a quarter past nine, I think being a cat lady will be JUST FINE,
I might as well go to bed; I don’t have anything else to do,
Plus, I think I am getting a cold too!
As I go off to bed at a child’s bedtime,
I am over the hill,
What a terrible fait!
But it does happen to everyone, so you just wait!
Copyright Annemieke Jeanette Patterson
