Callused and worn
Broken and cracked
Wrinkled and withering
Down in the back
Can’t see a thing
Without the aid of some specs
What did you say
My hearing’s a wreck
And yet I still smile
Every single day
God gave me this time
I’ll not waste it away
Do I consider myself lucky
No, that’s not the test
Someone faithful like me
Knows they are blessed
Kevin Parish 
My mother’s favorite was:
My dentures fit me perfectly,
My hearing aid works fine.
I can see with my bifocals,
But Lord, I miss my mind!
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Hahahaha… Whew! ;-)))
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Thanks, brother!
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Thanks for the inspiration my friend. I’m going to read this every morning to remind me that no matter what aches and pains I feel, at least I’m still feeling them.
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Good point! ;-)))
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I like the poem. Is it a tribute to your granddad?
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Hi Liz, It really isn’t, but I as was looking online for a picture I realized this picture of my grandpa was just above me on the wall next to my grandma’s pic. Both of fishing… I guess I get the fishing and writing bug from that side of the family! ;-)))
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