SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKS
A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.?
A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
And tells me that I have no pain.?
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or choke or even sneeze..
The red ones, smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know........... Is what tells each one where to go!
I knew I was going bald when it was taking longer and longer to wash my face.
I knew the romance was dead when I drank champagne out of the old girls slipper and choked on a Dr. Scholl's foot pad
The local paper sent a reporter out for my 90th birthday. He asked the secret of my longevity. Simple, sez I to him... Keep Breathing
I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want ot annoy for the rest of your life.
I've ofter thought that life is like a roll of toilet tissue. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example I am sitting here right now thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt.