Thursday March 9 2017  MAYBE I’LL TAKE A NAP

It is amazing how much one person can do to fill up a day.  I overslept this morning so that shortened the beginning of this day.  If I desire to get up by 4:30 a.m. I must be faithful to my 9:00 p.m. bedtime. Sometimes that just doesn’t happen. I was an hour late getting to bed last night and thus an hour late waking up this morning.   And therefore, my poem was not written before my 7:45 a.m. departure.  It was time for my yearly fasting blood work.

I went from home to the lab, from the lab to the gym, from the gym to Hobby Lobby, from Hobby Lobby to the barber; and from barber to home again.  And I have been longing for sleep since I arrived home.  It’s as if I have been drugged.  I am trying ever-so-hard to stay awake, accomplish a few things, and then get to bed earlier tonight as I also have a very early day tomorrow.  Since I get up so early now perhaps I should plan for a rest (or short nap) each afternoon.

As I’ve pointed out before, as we age we go backwards in regards to bodily functions.  Maybe I have hit the stage of a toddler who still needs that occasional afternoon nap.  My sister keeps telling me a short nap each afternoon really does help.  I guess I have to get to the point where I am willing to admit that.  I think my body has arrived but my psyche is not willing to admit it.  Maybe I’ll get over it!

 

OLD AGE, A TIME OF LOSSES

Kathleen Martens

March 9, 2017

http://www.visionsofpoetry.com

 

The aging old, a time of loss,

Is what my doctor said.

But I draw the line and resist

Afternoons in bed.

 

I like the hours I have to live

And choose not to squander.

I’d rather live to the fullest,

Using my brain to think and wonder.

 

But bodies stiffen with the years

And legs seem to swell.

Perhaps if I just keep resisting

These losses I can quell.

 

Eye exams not quite the same,

The charts seem further away.

The big black letters no longer black,

But now a small, dull grey.

 

And my hair has lost its luster

And seems to shed like a cat.

Soft and limp it now feels,

And that’s a plain old fact.

 

Luckily I still have my teeth

And can eat what I like.

And as long as I get my prunes.

I can do my daily hike.

 

I’m up and down through the night,

The toilet my best friend.

Then I swish my mouth with gunk,

And back in bed I always end.

 

Early to bed early to rise

So I have been told

Will make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise,

Even when He is old.

 

But I can’t tell if it’s working.

Maybe the nap I need everyday

Will give less time for losses

To find a place to stay.

 

So I’ll keep on keeping on

And do as much as I can do.

Whatever it is I’ll just enjoy…

Even if it’s taking a nap or two.  (Shhh…just don’t tell anyone!)

 

Thank You God for everything I can still do.

Thank You God that I can still use my hands for lots of things.

Thank You God for toilets.

Thank You for the invention of eye glasses.

Thank You for false teeth because I know they have helped many people.

Thank You for hearing aids for those who cannot hear.

And most of all Father, thank You for the privilege of living these “old age” years.

 

HAVE A WONDERFUL AFTERNOON.  GOD BLESS YOU!

 

P.S.  Who knows, maybe I will go take a SHORT nap.

 

“OR NOT” !!!