Monday May 1 2017 FROM THE INSIDE OUT

 

FROM THE INSIDE OUT

Kathleen Martens

May 1 2017

www.visionsofpoetry.com

 

From the inside out

Without a doubt

This person of “I”

Is mighty dry.

 

The older I become

Moisture seems to run.

Regardless lotion’s lather

Dry is the rather.

 

Waterless eyes

Is my cry,

And arid skin

To my chagrin.

 

Mouth is puckered

When I’m tuckered

And when I awake

Water I take.

 

Other places as well

Where, I will not dwell,

Just say moisture is needed,

And must be heeded.

 

From even my nail beds

Moisture seems bled,

And oh my feet

I must daily treat.

 

And my scalp

Needs some help

And probably my brain

Has some strain.

 

I do what I can.

Salt I ban.

 I lick my lips,

As water I sip.

 

No matter the amount

It seems not to count

Because it goes right through

And I must drink anew.

 

When getting old

One must be bold

As we seem to be doomed

To shrivel like a prune.

 

So I have eye salve to use in my eyes each night.  I must use an artificial saliva rinse for my mouth which I use several times a night to keep my mouth membranes from adhering to each other.  I use a lip balm on my lips.  I use no makeup but I slather a thick cream on my face morning and night.  I have moisturizer for my scalp, special care products just for my feet and lotions for my hands and body.  I eat as healthy as I possibly can.  Even with all the fruits and vegetables I consume I am still dry.  If my outside looks like it does I wonder what my innards must look like.  I KNOW!  I JUST HAD A LIGHT BULB MOMENT!  Maybe, just maybe, I AM BECOMING A PRUNE because I certainly eat enough of them each day.  At least they keep me moving! 

NOTE:  The above is 101 for: BECOMING OLDER.  It’s just one of many curriculums!

 

Thank You God that I have the privilege of being older.

 

HAVE A WONDERFUL FIRST DAY OF MAY! 

I smile as I think back to the time when each May 1^st  the teachers would have the classrooms circle around a pole on the playground with colorful streamers as we children would go under and over with our  crepe streamers weaving a beautiful design down the pole.  For some reason May 1^st was always a day of celebration at school but I never really understood why.  Or perhaps if I did understand it I just don’t remember it now.  (A future lesson in 101 for BECOMING OLDER)!