Bills are bad enough but some mail you just don’t want.

If I ever need reminding that I’m aging every day
All I need to do is see what mail has come my way.
Instead of getting ads for hunting deer and moose or bear
I’m overwhelmed with pleas to buy a motorized wheelchair.

What happened to the brochures for the Charles Atlas plan
Or other ways to build my body up like a ladies’ man?
In their place my trash can fills with catalogs from those
Who want to sell me hearing aids and orthopedic hose.

Yesterday I got a postcard just filled with information.
Why be buried in the ground?  Save money with cremation.
Better yet, check this one out.  This comes direct to me:
Bring friends and family with you and be buried out at sea.

If it wasn’t for the mailman I’d feel younger than I do
But geriatric merchandising puts a strain on you.
At least with Medicare and such there’s not much cost to me.
There’s the phone–my appointment for a colonoscopy. 

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  • Darla Cooke on Jun 21, 2009

    I can definitely relate to this poem. Mail like that I just toss in the trash can.

  • Sky Lumina on Jun 21, 2009

    hahahha am i allowed to laugh at this? cos it is depressing but in a really funny way if u know what i mean^^

  • Smiter on Jun 21, 2009

    Not forgetting stair lifts, things to help you reach, stand, sit, walk, oh and here I get insurance offers constantly for the older client. Cheeky sods, I’m only 53.

  • Sheila M on Jun 21, 2009

    Oh great, I can’t wait (you’re funny)

  • Tanya Wallace on Jun 21, 2009

    Great poem,funny and depressing all at the same time,only you could pull this one off.Great work Ken!

  • Lostash on Jun 21, 2009

    Loved it Ken! You do make me smile!!

  • Deep Blue on Jun 21, 2009

    Yap a lot of freebies and promos you wonder how they got your details.

  • Cynthia Bartlett on Jun 21, 2009

    I hear ya there.

  • Daisy Peasblossom on Jun 21, 2009

    Ya…and it’s the same folks over and over.

  • ladybaby on Jun 21, 2009

    I just love it when we are assumed to be ready for the grave. The phone calls are just as bad. I keep getting calls saying. “I talked to you last week about your credit card.” I don’t even have a credit card. Then the ones where they say. Your car insurance is due. I don’t have a car. Where do they get this stupid information?

  • Alexiandria M Michaels on Jun 21, 2009

    :) great, funny and agggghhhhh now I know what to expect soon! :) *laugh* thanks for the heads up… :)

  • Ruby Hawk on Jun 21, 2009

    LOL, I get you Ken, I drop most of the junk that comes to my box directly in the trash can. It’s too depressing to look at it.

  • Tahnee Smith on Jun 22, 2009

    This is so so true, it made me laugh. Good job.

  • SweetpeepsLJ on Jun 22, 2009

    Well said!

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