The Stuff of Life

I’d like to fiercely look at kids
Outside my bedroom window
And, who cares if I won or not?
I’ll randomly yell “Bingo!”

My face will be carefully set
In an unpleasant frown
Draw one eyebrow that’s going up
The other going down

Pack my purse with hard candies
Of all sorts til it’s leaden
Enough to certify it as
A well known lethal weapon

Put on some eau du Bengay just
To mask that mothball smell
Ask “what was that?” although I can
Hear you perfectly well

Hold up people needlessly
At grocery store lines
Drive slowly while my blinker light
Is going at all times

Remember everything but still
Demand that you remind me
And don’t you dare to tell me that
My best years are behind me

This poem is in response to Amanda at Just In Quesoย to write a prompt to your future self. Here’s her take on it:ย


71 thoughts on “The Stuff of Life

  1. You know, I think you might be on to something in this poem. A bit more truth than I think the elderly would care for you to admit. Although I might be looking over my shoulder for a while if I were you, there might be a walker being thrown at you for outing them.

  2. Was it Bette Davis that said, “Old age ain’t no place for sissies”? You have to be a tough old bird to survive. Or at least that’s what I’ll tell myself if I turn into a jerk! ๐Ÿ˜„

  3. Love, love love this! So glad you did it. The line about holding up people at the grocery store is straight up my Grandma. She knows others are waiting for her, and she couldn’t care less.

    You will make an awesome elderly woman – I can just imagine a punk grandma ๐Ÿ˜€

  4. I’m halfway there. I can’t wait to hold people up in the grocery line and Bengay my mean way around the nursing home, pinching male nurse’s behinds, while munching on some candy. Brilliantly funny as always, Marissa

  5. Loved the poetic humorous take on talking to your future self. I am sure you will be cool, rocking till the day that you join the great band in the sky.
    The photo cracked me up with see no evil, hear no evil and say no evil. The person covering his nose,”Smell no evil.” Definitely will need to remember this around the incontinence in seniors. ๐Ÿ˜€

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