I pulled off my glasses,
threw them on the bed–
and sat on them.
I started the car
and put it in reverse–
perhaps I should open
the garage door first…
I eat a big dinner
with beer or with wine,
then TV with junk food,
a bowl of ice cream–
the scale gives a scream.
I can’t find my cell phone,
all passwords are gone.
Your name may be somewhere,
but not in my brain.
There’s never a bathroom
that I can pass by.
I go to the bedroom–
I can’t recall why.
– Steve Shoemaker, March 19, 2013
Views from the Edge 
Ah, those familiar joys of growing older, put in such a humorous fashion. Steve can sure tell it like it is. But I sat on my glasses that I had left on the bed so my aunt wouldn’t notice I had not left them downstairs when I was in high school….. In hind sight, I should not have been using my glasses for reading like she insisted because I was quite nearsighted, and it just made it worse. Now they (the eye doctors) know better and prescribe bifocals for children and correct for astigmatism before you turn 18.
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We’re all sitting on our glasses and sitting on time bombs, aren’t we? It makes life interesting…sort of…sometimes.
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I have a lot to look forward to then 🙂 plus, when forgetting the good, you sometimes forget bad stuff, like mistakes you’ve made, or the millions you did not win, right? 🙂
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LOTS, Christina. You’ve only just begun. And part of life is unlearning what we’ve already learned, so… forget away!
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That is a very fun poem. I know exactly what that is like! 🙂
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Christina, You just WAIT. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet 🙂
Glad you liked it. It’s vintage Steve.
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