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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Life Is Bliss</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I sit here dithering, I think I'm getting old, <br>My bones are aching my hands are cold, <br>It's making me bitter why should this be, <br>I truly feel that I'm no longer me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You mature with age is what they say, <br>You start to shrink and your hair turns grey, <br>Surely this is not what they meant, <br>If that's what they say then their morals are bent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When young and carefree I love my bikes, <br>The speed and the speed and the thrill fulfilled my likes, <br>Now my mobility scooter does five miles per hour, <br>which is not much good when caught in a shower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now you've retired you'll live a life of leisure, <br>Joy and happiness in equal measure, <br>All the time in the world to do what you want, <br>Who are they kidding, I'm tired and gaunt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are things from my past I just can't remember, <br>Is Christmas in June or is it September, <br>What's the difference as I no longer care, <br>Being this ancient just isn't fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My children just dump their siblings at mine, <br>Saying, I'm alright Jack we hope you'll be fine, <br>They both need to work for what they can't afford, <br>All the children can say is, ‘' I'm totally bored ‘'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love my grandkids but in small doses.<br>When they're away life's a bed of roses, <br>Why can't parents look after their own, <br>Go back out to work when their children have grown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The toilet now seems a distance too far, <br>To get there in time I need a fast car, <br>Something that really drives me mad, <br>Is soon I'll be needing an incontinence pad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ready made meals are really rank rotten, <br>The ingredients they use are surely ill gotten, <br>You don't even take them out of their pots, <br>They're guaranteed to give you the trots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To get up off my arse is a major task, <br>To tend my garden is a really big ask, <br>Why the hell do we need to age, <br>The very thought puts me in a rage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My arthritis is killing me, I've a pain in my back, <br>I'm never away from the bloody quack, <br>The tablets I swallow make me rattle, <br>This ageing thing is a major battle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may be more knowledgeable that's a fact, <br>But using that wisdom is an impossible act, <br>If truth be told this old age is a curse, <br>My worst fear is it can only get worse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the knowledge I've accrued over the years, <br>Is in there somewhere but my head never clears, <br>Ask me anything for I know such a lot, <br>The problem is what I knew I've forgot. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While in the bar with my life long friend, <br>We looked at two people who were sat near the end, <br>I said that'll be us in another ten years, <br>He said that's a mirror, that brought me to tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What have I got to look forward to, <br>Thinking of even more I can't do, <br>Those issues in life I'll forever miss, <br>apart from that, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘' My Life Is Bliss ‘'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bri+Mar">Bri Mar</a><div class=q>
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My bones are aching my hands are cold, 
It's making me bitter why should this be, 
I truly feel that I'm no longer me.

You mature with age is what they say, 
You start to shrink and your hair tur..."></div>
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