Davide Castel Davide Castel
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Well, blame it on my husband who says that he likes to see my hair colour the same as when he married me! Oh men!!! I say 'look at yourself? grey and half bald!!' 'But I am a man!' So that is supposed to make a difference?

Cindy Beitinger Cindy Beitinger
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"And how lucky can this be?" remove the word "to"

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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Thanks Cindy, that was a typo, and I never even picked it up.

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Ageing


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This is a spur of the moment humorous poem about the reality of facing my age!


I think I must be ageing
when I see these ancient spots
Adorned upon a face once young
and now I know it’s not.


I guess I must be ageing
when the wrinkles they appear  
Around my eyes, mouth and forehead
and even near my ear!


I really must be ageing
when I need to paint my hair
For those colours keep on changing
from dark, to grey, not fair! 2 comments


I could be really ageing
when chores are forgotten each day
I get engrossed in my computer
And lose too much time, some say.


I reckon I’ve got to be ageing
when I forget a familiar name                  
It’s usually on the tip of my tongue
that it puts my mind to shame.                

I know that I am ageing
when I feel those  aches and pains
It’s our constant change in weather
I know, especially those rains.


I accept that I’m still ageing
for that’s what my life’s about
With those wrinkles, aches and pains
I’ll keep on living, till I drop out.


I’m glad that I am ageing
And how lucky can this be?
That means I’m still alive today
But can’t live for eternity! 2 comments


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