HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Who cares if I'm one year older!
Who cares if the wrinkles spread!
Who cares if the date
Says 'Getting late'!
I'm alive! And I could be dead!
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So to all of you other wrinklies
Hanging on as the clock winds down
A Happy New Year
Don't shed a tear!
Go out and paint the town!
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Last year's greeting here:
See tomorrow's blog for a glimpse of life about sixty years ago.
5 comments:
I'm for staying home and partying! Proud of my wrinkles = wisdom!
Lovely poem. Well done.
My paintbrush is clasped firmly in my hand - are you going to supply the paint?! lol :)
I just love your wit!
Happy New Year, Rinkly.
There, I got the spelling right this time, despite your emphasis on the 'w' in your poem here.
What a lovely clarion call...!!! to paint the town RED :)))
Happy New year to you Brenda.
You bring so much of joy, knowledge and fun to all of us.
with lots of love,
Kat
p.s. did you see my latest avatar... have joined the wrinklies club ;)))
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