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Well it happened. I just had my 69th<\/sup> birthday, and I’m rather astonished that I’ll soon be the same age as old people. Maybe I already am!! This reminds me of a poem that I never wrote before, so I will attempt to plop it in front of your reading eyeballs at this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I Feel Fine<\/p>\n\n\n\n

by Me, A Name I Call Myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m sixty nine and I feel pretty fine, if I must say so myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m grateful to be alive and well and not in an urn on a shelf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No more angries, or ickies, no orneries or pickies,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All those nasty emotions just gave me the sickies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ve worked hard to grow up… not much raises my hackles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But when trying to move, something inside me crackles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh ouchy! Oh crap!\u201d I’ve been heard to exclaim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I’d rather have ouch than be totally lame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I’ll just keep on truckin’, as the freaks used to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And look forward to what comes with the following day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thank you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, I guess maybe someday I’ll have to face the possibility that I’m getting old. How can this be, though?? My brain still thinks I’m in my 30s… maybe younger. Oh but I’m starkly reminded of change when looking in the mirror for example. I bring my young brain around with me and then I step into the bathroom to pee (again), and I catch the image of some old fart looking back at me. \u201cWhat the heck happened to you??<\/strong><\/em>\u201d I think… sometimes out loud. Yeah, I’m starting to get old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had hair once, right on top my head and everything!! I’m convinced that there is some sort of follicle migration occurring while I sleep. I mean, I have more hair on my belly than I’ve ever<\/strong><\/em> had. And it grows well in my ears too!! And my chest!! Never had hair on my chest before. And as all these hair villages pop up on previously bald parts of my body, the hair on top of me head diminishes. Not sure this is fair treatment for a gentle person like me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And remember the crackles I mentioned in the poem from earlier up there above these other words where there’s a poem that I never wrote before but I did just a few minutes ago that was not part of this run-on sentence but it is now?? Well sheesh, I can hardly move any <\/strong><\/em>part of my body without some sort of Snap, Crackle, or Pop Rice Crispies, part of this nutritious breakfast!! Actually I don’t know how anyone can fool themselves into thinking that Rice Crispies have ever really provided much nutrition. But the commercials were fun now weren’t they?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can’t complain really, even though I do. That’s a privilege of getting older, right? Old people complain about everything. <\/strong><\/em>Jeez I don’t wanna get old like that. But seriously folks, life is very good and I’m truly grateful. You’ve probably heard the old saying, or some version of it: \u201cGetting old is not for cowards.\u201d Well even though I’m a wuss I’ll do my best to age gracefully. I really am lucky… I can do most anything I could do when I was younger. Just takes longer sometimes… and sometimes it hurts.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

But really… I feel fine!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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