What went up quickly, now stays down mostly.
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In years past every weekend
Was wearing the latest trend.
Now it’s reading through the daily
To see who’s who in the obituary.
Shopping used to be for the frivolous,
Fun, fabulous, and more,
Now it’s become problematic,
To even find a ride to the store.
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe,
Catch the devil on my toe,
Should we stay, or should we go?
Where I point will be our destiny,
A place for us to spend eternity.
Let me serve you a deliciously deadly meal,
So we can rest together for real.
I’ll put on a red flannel teddy,
After supper, we’ll go to beddie,
And go with the flow and just be ready . . .
Wow it has your usual flair!
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Thanks ☺️
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“After supper, we’ll go to beddie” is a line that had me laughing. Awesome poem, Karina. Love the idea of “coming of old age” 🤣
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Thanks! Yes, I thought we have enough coming of age movies and stories, so what about the other side of the spectrum?
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Good morning to you too, Karina. 😉
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Still alive and kicking 😋
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