Just a humerous look at what age does to you.
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I’m trying to cut my toenails
And it’s becoming a dreadful chore.
I don’t know if I’m just getting old
But it’s harder to reach the floor.
The contortions I have to get into
Just to do this simple job,
Often causes me so such stress
I want to sit on the bed and sob.
I wonder if it could be my arms
Which have suddenly begun to shrink,
Or has my stomach grown to such a size
That I can’t reach over the brink?
There has to be a reason for it
But I mustn’t admit defeat.
I’ll just buy some extra long scissors
So this old lady can still reach her feet.
Christine Ramsay 20.1.11
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