!!!Fragile!!!
Just as I’m becoming less agile,
all of me is turning fragile.
Flesh on flesh and bone on bone,
Nature won’t leave me alone.
Bruise more easily, skin tears easier.
Looking up now makes me queasier.
Can’t be trusted on a ladder.
Larger hips but smaller bladder.
Lips are thinner, bones are brittler.
And suddenly, I’m two inches littler.
If Nature’s bound to fold and shrink me,
Really, now, wouldn’t you think she
could leave me with my height and lips
and do her shrinking around my hips?
The prompt for the Writer’s Workshop was to write about my body as it grows old.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I can identify!
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Haha! What a hilarious look at the changes we go through as we age.
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Brilliant – so funny and so apt
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Love it, Judy:)
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Yeah, I agree.
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It’s just sadistic. Once 5’3″ I’m now 4’11”.
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Really? You still look tall, though, in photos. Good posture.
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People who see me in real life have often thought I was tall and then they have this epiphany, and say, “Wow! You’re short!” I don’t know why. I was tall in 6th grade, but everyone caught up and passed me. I’m altitudinally challenged…🤣
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“and do her shrinking around my hips” perfect line. Totally brilliant poem.
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Hi. Ann! I was wondering about you and just wrote a message on your Facebook. Wondering about Tony. He looks good. Fingers crossed. You are such a handsome couple!
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I resemble these remarks!
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Sister!!!
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Oh, I wish this too!! I’ve shrunk two inches in altitide
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I’ve lost 3!!!
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Absolutely true 😅
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My hair has migrated. From the top of my head and from my legs to the Florida of my body: my chin. I have plenty of hair left on my head, don’t miss the leg hair, but why choose FL????? 😉
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