Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“I’m Ninety: With Dreams of Hope”

I give up — I can’t go any more;

I’ll sit by the shady tree by the sandy shore.

I’d swim and swim; but the water seems so rough;

My muscles will cramp; I’m not too swimming, tough.

Being ninety years old, my life’s, near the end;

It’s hard for me to walk, much less bend.

Then, to go swimming, I thought it would be neat;

But got two feet out and found it not very sweet.

My suit came down just to my knees;

Please take me to the bathroom before I pee.

My bladder is weak; my backside is, too;

If I sneeze too hard, my you know does poo.

Oh, how fun life is at ninety years old!

I guess they call this the new senior gold.

I’m a frail old lady, wanting fun till the end;

Yet, needs a wheelchair; does anyone have one to lend?

My arms are weak; my muscles are long lost;

Living life now, it surely comes with such a cost.

You work all your life for pennies and dimes;

For the government and their dirty crimes.

I asked the good Lord, “When can I go?

Please give me a clue, just let me know.”

What more must I do before I go home?

Where my Father watches me from His heavenly throne?

I hope one day soon He’ll set me free;

Cause my eyes are going, I can barely see.

Until that day, I’ll sit by the sandy shore;

Dreaming and thinking, I can’t do much more.