I’m So Blessed
By Bill Lowe, Sterling
I’m blessed I can remember my name;
forgetting others’, is kind of a shame,
but that makes for an everyday treat;
old friends become new ones to meet.,
I’m blessed I can still operate my car,
but why’s a short trip seem awful far?
And why are others in such a big hurry
when the road ahead’s unsafely blurry?
I’m blessed with hair which still grows,
but mostly in my ears and outa’ my nose.
A while back, it began leaving my head,
and showing up in these places instead.
I’m blessed my wrinkles do not all sag;
but maybe right now’s too soon to brag.
It’s time for my second afternoon nap,
to relax a painful and crippled kneecap.
I’m blessed I only moan bending down,
well, maybe a little getting up ‘n around.
My joint aches are now a familiar thing,
and both ears have this deafening ring.
I’m blessed old-age isn’t a huge concern,
and most items missing will later return.
Oops, I seem to have lost a hearing aid;
for my loose dentures, I’d offer a trade.
I’m so blessed; yes my troubles are few;
I’m neither too old, nor starting all new.
Life’s been good, I’m fortunate indeed;
God supplied everything I seem to need.
