Who Has Crepey Skin?
The hubby and I have crepey skin!
I told hubby, I have some crepey skin
He said, "Imagine my shock to see mine.
A whole life of lifting weights, loose and thin."
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My arm went up and quickly down, wherein
I chose not to see that crepe skin of thine
I told hubby, I have some crepey skin!
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I said, you win and I did have to grin
He always wins, and I sometimes will whine
A whole life of lifting weights, loose and thin!
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It is winter causing this, what a sin
too much sun started it, just like a brine
I told hubby, I have some crepey skin!
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I noticed this year, I am on a spin
out of control, this aging is not fine!
A whole life of lifting weights, loose and thin.
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It could be worse, what is there in that bin?
Does crepe erase work? Try it and let's dine!
I told hubby, I have some crepey skin!
A whole life of lifting weights, loose and thin.
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About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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The Warrior
Live Your Life, by Chief Tecumseh So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Comments (7)
This is great! The joys of aging.
Aging is not for sissies, that's for sure. lol Coming to terms with it, too. I got tickled at Dharsheena's reply...crepey skin does creep in unexpectedly. One day we are young and then we look into the mirror and wander...who is that?
I am with you and the creepy skin!!! Loved your performance poem!!!💕❤️❤️
I wanted to cry when writing this! Thanks ladies for the morning laughs. I knew there was humor in this somewhere!
Nice poem, 💗You stayed with your theme
Not me misreading crepey skin as creepy skin. Lol! But then again, crepey skin definitely is creepy skin hahaha. Loved your poem!
I have crepey skin, you have crepey skin, we have crepey skin....