Ode To Menopause
It seems absurd
the things I do
mistakes I make
to name a few
I laugh and blame
it on my “roots”
when shoes don’t match
or was it my boots?
The thing is this
it’s not that bad
until the FLUSH
turns my body red
and makes me feel
like hitting and biting
kicking and screaming
yelling and fighting
the stresses of life
are deadly for me
soaked to the bone
even behind my knees
take a few pills
is the advice I get
how would they know
I’ld be filled with regret
zombie filled days
don’t turn my crank
I’ll deal with the sweat
to be quite frank
just hand me a kleenex
no, make that a towel
when you see the beads
running down to my jowls
soaking my clothes
from the sweat of my brow
I’m having a moment
don’t touch me, NOT NOW!
7 comments:
Hahahahaha! LOVE it! Did you create this masterpiece, Elayne?! It simply sounds just like you (complaining about being wet behind the knees!).
Oh my goodness...yes I did Renita...and you KNOW you could have too! LOL!!
You are to funny--I will never forget the story about you sisters filling up your gas tank--around Christmas one year. All of you had never done it and had to go in and ask the clerk how to do it! You should post that story--halarious! you are a great story teller! Your grandkids must just love it!
OK Kathy now you are placing me in Phill's catagory...I didn't know she was trying to figure out how to fill up her car until she asked me! She was almost frozen by the time she came to ask for help! LOL!
And then there's the "Running Bear" story! We does one stop? Ha!
Great poem, Elayne. It is so true. I hope there is some let up in the near future... without pills.
Marilyn
Cool! that was really an awesome poem indeed.
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