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Saturday, September 11, 2021

Sunday Muse - How Old?


A morning her kind 

Thin, old and weary 
She still has a life 

Sets her alarm with snooze 
Goes to sleep at midnight 

Awake at four has to pee 
Four-thirty gets out of bed 

Husband is snoring in her head 
Poor fellow fifteen years been gone  

Hot chocolate with marshmallows  
Brownie with chocolate chips, sits 

Puts up her feet, she sips 
Unbraids her hair bun, slow  

Tired last night, so now 
Crooked fingers' work 

It's hell getting old 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with The Sunday Muse #177 for the prompt photo,   http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-sunday-muse-177.html?m=1 
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15 comments:

  1. SunitaSaturday, September 11, 2021 10:28:00 AM

    Aww...this one is like a prediction. Can imagine the loneliness as age catches up!

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  2. Sherry Blue SkySaturday, September 11, 2021 11:45:00 AM

    I loved this old woman - but disagree with the last line. At least she is still here, with glorious hair, and the comfort of hot chocolate and brownies. Smiles. I really liked this one, Jim.

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  3. qbitSaturday, September 11, 2021 2:34:00 PM

    "Awake at four has to pee" - Yep!

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  4. Carrie Van HornSaturday, September 11, 2021 3:21:00 PM

    As they say, getting old is not for sissy's! I can relate to several lines here Jim. Yikes!

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  5. Susie ClevengerSaturday, September 11, 2021 3:39:00 PM

    Aging is certainly not for the meek. There are times I don't feel it and other times I feel like I'm weighted with stones.

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  6. ms_liliSaturday, September 11, 2021 5:23:00 PM

    A very skillful character study, Jim. Still hearing her husbands snores very nice touch.

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  7. kaykualaSunday, September 12, 2021 5:54:00 AM

    We will all experience the dilemma. The experience may vary and differ. Good for exchanging notes at reunions

    Hank

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  8. C. SandlinSunday, September 12, 2021 9:59:00 AM

    This was haunting. The measure of time expanding and bleeding into the present was vividly told.

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  9. Marion HortonSunday, September 12, 2021 12:08:00 PM

    This got me 'Husband is snoring in her head/
    Poor fellow fifteen years been gone' - a candid write about ageing.

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  10. Gillena CoxSunday, September 12, 2021 12:56:00 PM

    Aging is its own challenge. Credible verses Jim.
    Good Sunday

    Much💖love

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  11. HelenSunday, September 12, 2021 2:02:00 PM

    I love this poem, Jim. You brought the image to life.

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  12. TruedessaSunday, September 12, 2021 4:39:00 PM

    The line about her husband still snoring in her head - is haunting. A wonderful twist.

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  13. Myrna R.Sunday, September 12, 2021 5:54:00 PM

    That last line thoroughly exemplifies my life stage. Good poetic portrait.

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  14. Linda Lee LybergMonday, September 13, 2021 12:38:00 PM

    Indeed it is hell getting old.

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  15. HelenMonday, September 13, 2021 6:12:00 PM

    Dear Jim, I just read your comment … I am so very sorry.

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