…and another day is gone…
I’m standing at the top of tomorrow.
The world is my oyster, nothing but plans to be made.
…and another day is gone…
I look toward the future with no end in sight!
Mortality, ha! I’ve got nothing…..but……………..time…
…and another day is gone…
I speed a little less; it takes so much time to get dressed.
I say, “I remember when,” this is now, but oh back then.
I’ll never think that way – those are parents’ thoughts,
I scold my kids, “Because I said so!”….what did I say???
…and another day is gone…
My ID is no longer checked for liquor,
Streaks of gray are taking over the blonde,
I look in the mirror and see not me, but my mom.
My body begins to ache, I move a bit slower now,
I’ve got to…ah…now I forget…I’m getting older, but how?
…and another day is gone…
I’ve never been a morning person, and yet, I rise at 5am
I’ve always been a night owl, and yet, bedtime is 9pm
…and another day is gone…
My eyeglasses are bi-focal, I must wear them when I drive.
I doze during West Wing and my grandkids wonder if I’m alive.
I’m not sleeping through the night – I toss and turn.
I love spicy food, but the mere thought makes my stomach burn.
…and another day is gone…
They offer me wine
I decline
A swig of Milk of Magnesia and I’ll be fine
I still go to plays but ask, “What did they say?”
I wear clothes for comfort, not to impress,
My arm is held as I descend the steps.
…and another day is gone…
My ankles are swollen…
My slip is showing…
There’s a pharmacy in my purse.
They took away my car keys,
My blue wig is crooked and I begin to curse,
Again my support hose have dropped to my knees.
…and another day is gone…
I find I sit now more than I stand.
The cold hurts my joints; I have arthritis in my hands.
I couldn’t walk a mile to beat the band.
So many friends have gone, and I desperately miss my Fred.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and fight this feeling of dread.
“C’mon, Neenah you PROMISED you’d read to me!”
I smile as my great granddaughter scrambles upon my knee
…and another day is dawning…
