You eat too much salt, the doctor said,
And your blood pressure's way over here in the red
You're way too fat, gotta cut back the food
Can't eat a thing that's tasty or good
And exercise - you need way much more
To feel really good, you gotta get sore
How do you sleep? Like a log, says I,
The moment the news comes on at five
I meant in the bed, she says with a frown
The wife says my snoring could wake the whole town
What about fatigue? Are you always worn out?
I'm 59, doc, I know what tired's all about
Been tired for awhile, since I don't know when
Since my kids grew up, since 2010,
Since I got that recliner that just fits my rear,
And that big screen I see even though it's not near
She writes and she thinks, and then writes some more
And writes a prescription for my local drug store
Hmmm, she says, with a thoughtful grin
Guess you're in good shape....for the shape you're in.
Getting Older And Not Worrying About It
The Old Guy's Checkup
Published: March 15, 2022
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ABOUT THE POET:
I am unemployed right now....but still looking for work when I am not staring out the window at the color of the leaves, or the clouds, or the blue of the sky. I am a hopeless romantic, love old movies and music, and special times. Cannot abide rap, liver and onions, reality TV, and shopping malls. I have a lovely wife, a fat cat, and a taste for BBQ.