I’m not getting older, I’m getting more country
I See Willie Nelson in My Mirror
I used to recognize myself but not
Today. What is this roundness in my face?
Where are the gaunt cheek bones I used to have?
What is this puffiness that’s taken place!
I have to call it what it is. And my
Skin now hangs where it used to adhere. Used
To be skintight when I shaved, and now
I pull and pull or else it gets abused.
It doesn’t hang in folds just yet, but soon
I sadly think. And I console myself
That I always thought that Willie Nelson’s
Face looked great, like a sprightly wrinkled elf.
But now he’s me, and I can’t say I see,
That he is any better off than me.
Just for some added fun
watch this “Senior Moments” video
of all the things that astound me, that fellow in the mirror is one.
Et tu, Billte?
I came, I saw, and ate vichyssoise? Vendi vidi gravey?
I couldn’t find the word for chicken fried steak!
ah. that explains it.
BTW – I posted “If” by Kipling with you in mind; and I have two more poems coming up that when I thought of you and what you seem to be going through, came to mind and gives me courage and strength – and without saying so, I put them in my upcoming blog posts in great part to share and offer my inspirations to you and with you – all gravey aside.
Happy you, happy days, happiness..
Oddly enough, I’ve been thinking about doing a post on wrinkles although, being female, I hope mine don’t make me look like Willie Nelson! 🙂
Certainly not Nelson Eddy or Nelson Rockefeller or Nelson Mandela.
How about Harriet Nelson?
Just me and Nelson else.
oh yeah, good ole Nelson Else (an Ersatz Example)
Inspiring thought. Thanks for. Have a great New Year.
Thanks. Happy New Year to you, too.
You’ve probably heard this before but each time I look up at your name I read it as King David and smile and them realize it’s my dyslexia making me smile…