Late in Life

I’m late in life, many years have passed.

A flight of stairs can leave me gassed.

My skin is wrinkled, my beard quite gray,

Sometimes my legs just won’t obey. 

 

I greet each morn with grunts and groans,

With aching muscles and creaking bones.

I pause a moment to check my heart,

Then a second more before I start.

 

I’m standing now, I think I’m straight,

So far, my day is going great.

Now my pills, to start my day,

It’s quite a list I have to say.

 

A yogurt and a cup of joe,

I wish I had a place to go.

Turn on the tube, watch Price is Right,

Whatever will I do tonight. 

 

Ken Ferguson

Artista de Parole

 

 

 

 

 We went to Yankee Stadium.

Just got back from our East Coast vacation.  We started in New York City and a visit with Scott and Bruce. 

We went on a cruise of the NYC harbor and saw the Lady of Liberty herself in all her glory. 

Rode the subway all over town.  One of my favorite things to do. 

We walked through Central Park. 

Sat on a stoop like La Verne and Shirley.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Sounds about right. 

 The dentist when I was eight.