Sometimes the “worry wart” drops in and lands upon my head I try to think of other things -but he intervenes instead
I take a tiny issue – a triviality The “worry wart” just blows it up..... till it takes over me!
I tell myself not to succumb - to rise above it all.... I tell myself that I’ll look back and this problem will seem small
But at night when all is quiet, apprehension starts to grow Try as I might – it’s a useless fight And I just can’t let it go!
I think of all the “what if’s”, the and all the “maybe’s” too I think of repercussions and what I’m going to do.
That “worry wart’s” a nasty guy How happy I could be - If I could just get rid of him Then I’d be worry free!
A SMALL VICTORY
Perfect bodies at the gym Rippling muscles, lean and trip Treadmills purr and I swear it’s true The girl next to me weighs 82!
Effortless, she’s so at ease She peddles away like it’s such a breeze She looks at me as I huff and puff After only 10 minutes – I’ve had enough!
But on I trudge because I know You’re supposed to hit this great plateau When muscles in thighs no longer burn A goal I’m told – you have to earn
And so I pump the volume up And slowly keep my pace Bon Jovi in my earplugs - I bicycle in place
Then suddenly I notice The display that reads “cool down” I’m beyond my 30 minutes and my victory is found
I know this is a tiny feat And most will think it small But each journey begins with a single step So I stand proud and tall
In a way my mini work out Was a start, and nothing more My triumph was that I drove to the gym And walked through the front door!
THE MONSTER UNDER MY BED
May 2013
When I was just a little girl I used to be afraid That a scary monster was under my bed Beneath the spot I laid
I often thought he’d get me in the middle of the night And recently I realized that somehow – I was right
It took him many many years..but the monster left his mark And slowly sapped away my youth in the quiet of the dark
He took my young and flawless skin Left lines and wrinkles too Each morning in my mirror I discover something new
He got my jaw – once so defined And much to my despair Altered my profile till I noticed one day An extra chin was there
He zapped my legs with lines of blue And gradually took my figure too He made sure my clothes would all be tight And shrunk them in the dead of night
He forced me to buy expensive creams And make-up by the score Each time I fade a brown spot I discover seven more
This monster is a mean guy I think you know his name Cause Father Time will get us all He’s the one to blame
At night when you lay down your head If you’re lucky he’ll be there beneath your bed His gift is old age – with youth as the price It’s a bargain – so take it Don’t even think twice.