Should we give up enjoying life as we get older? I think not.
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My Hubby and I first met
So very many years ago,
When I walked into a ballroom
Not really looking for a beau.
I was wearing a red dress
And he sped across the floor.
When he begged me for a quickstep
His pleas I couldn’t ignore.
He had eyes of the brightest blue
That I had ever seen.
He spoke just like a gentleman
Well mannered and serene.
We danced as if we’d always
Danced as a pair before.
He was gorgeous and attentive,
I couldn’t have asked for more.
Now forty years have passed.
We don’t go dancing any more.
He says he hasn’t the energy
That he had had before.
The years have taken their toll
On our knees and hips and feet,
And there’s very little room
Where our stomachs used to meet.
He now lies on the sofa
Watching endless TV shows,
And snores his way right through them
As he has his little doze.
His eyes no longer bright
And his hair now thin on top,
It seems to me as if he’s brought
His life to a full stop.
But no! This cannot happen.
We are not so very old,
That we need to stay indoors
Against activity and cold.
I’m going to shake him up
And take him to the gym,
And try to restore
Both his vigour and his vim.
Then maybe we can dance again
As we did years ago,
And occasionally have a meal out
And maybe see a show.
Then if he wants a nap
He will certainly deserve it.
He’ll have done his husband’s duties
And can rest little bit.
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