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Post by rondetto on Sept 5, 2019 15:33:59 GMT
Falling apart
There's quite an art to falling apart as the years go by,
And life doesn't begin at 40. That's a big fat lie.
My hair's getting thinner, my body is not;
The few teeth I have are beginning to rot.
I smell of Vick's-Vapo-Rub, not Chanel No 5;
My new pacemaker's all that keeps me alive.
When asked of my past, every detail I'll know,
But what was I doing 10 minutes ago?
Well, you get the idea, what more can I say?
I'm off to read the obit, like I do every day;
If my name's not there, I'll once again start
Perfecting the art of falling apart!
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Post by aubrey on Sept 18, 2019 19:37:56 GMT
To find his sexual drives had ceased Was for Sophocles no disaster; He said he felt like one released From service with a cruel master. I envy him - I miss the lash At which I used to snort and snivel; Oh that its unremitted slash Were still what makes me drone and drivel!
(Kingsley Amis)
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polly
Silver Surfer
Into each life some rain must fall. Longfellow
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Post by polly on Sept 19, 2019 0:22:44 GMT
You have to try. You see the shrink.
You learn a lot. You read. You think.
You struggle to improve your looks.
You meet some men. You write some books.
You eat good food. You give up junk.
You do not smoke. You don't get drunk.
You take up yoga, walk and swim.
And nothing works. The outlook's grim.
You don't know what to do. You cry.
You're running out of things to try.
You blow your nose. You see the shrink.
You walk. You give up food and drink.
You fall in love. You make a plan.
You struggle to improve your man.
And nothing works. The outlooks grim.
You go to yoga, cry and swim.
You eat and drink. You give up looks.
You struggle to improve your books.
You cannot see the point. You sigh.
You do not smoke. You have to try.
Wendy Cope
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