If any of you vote for this poem, then you are surely are mad

as I am!   I enjoyed writing this as it made me laugh and I'm

having a bad time at the moment!  (I do still have all of my

own teeth, it was purely poetic licence!)  Ha, ha.

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Would you like to see the sexy bandage I have on my knee?

Or the big gap in my mouth where three teeth used to be?

Would you like to see my pile of tablets, reaching to the sky,

Without these pills and medicines, I surely can't get by.

Would you like to hear about my ailments, I'm happy to oblige,

Now I'm getting older, I'm called a SAGE, because I'm wise.

Old age may bring wisdom, but also lots of trouble.

I need some new spectacles, because I'm seeing double!

I'm told to keep my 'chins' up, for now I do have two!

But still I'm happy and I laugh for there's nothing else to do.

But never mind, don't worry because it's not all bad.

I have such happy memories of the life that I have had.

The pot holed, bumpy road of life is the long road I have trod.

But I sure know at the end of it, that I shall meet my God!