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Array ( [sid] => 185756 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => No Longer Mine [time] => 2019-01-09 03:17:48 [hometext] => Living is a lengthy process of giving up the steering wheel. [bodytext] => I didn’t choose to be this age, it kinda sneaks up on you. While you’re otherwise engaged, time goes on without you.
Friends are growing older; Kids are gone and grown; Nights are getting colder; And Id rather stay at home.

My children are retiring; I start to paint and bake; I see grandkids at weddings, and relatives at wakes.
My mind has gaps; I need my naps; Im barefoot in pajamas. Id rather take a bubble bath, than visit the Bahamas.

Friends talk of pills and wills and ills; with sweet sarcastic laughter. The dog is old; Ive sold my clothes. My body is my master.
Ive lived my dreams; Ive done it all. Theres so much to remember. The roaring fire and I have settled to lovely ember.

Theres no time left for future plans, theres only time for living. I don’t produce, Im little use; the world owes me a giving.
I live my life from day to day, while my kids keep score. My lifes no longer up to me; I need approval for;

Where I live and what I do, and what Ill leave behind; Where I go and what I need, and when it will be time;
To move into that nursing home, cause time again has shown; That I need care and cant be trusted living on my own.

When strangers have to watch you, and all you have is gone; And every penny must be spent while you continue on;
Living in a little room that smells like alcohol; Eating from a plastic tray and staring at the walls.
Then you know its time to go, but here’s where life gets heady;
Theres one more thing you cant control:
Life goes when its darn ready!

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No Longer Mine

Contributed by softerware on Wednesday, 9th January 2019 @ 03:17:48 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I didn’t choose to be this age, it kinda sneaks up on you. While you’re otherwise engaged, time goes on without you.
Friends are growing older; Kids are gone and grown; Nights are getting colder; And Id rather stay at home.

My children are retiring; I start to paint and bake; I see grandkids at weddings, and relatives at wakes.
My mind has gaps; I need my naps; Im barefoot in pajamas. Id rather take a bubble bath, than visit the Bahamas.

Friends talk of pills and wills and ills; with sweet sarcastic laughter. The dog is old; Ive sold my clothes. My body is my master.
Ive lived my dreams; Ive done it all. Theres so much to remember. The roaring fire and I have settled to lovely ember.

Theres no time left for future plans, theres only time for living. I don’t produce, Im little use; the world owes me a giving.
I live my life from day to day, while my kids keep score. My lifes no longer up to me; I need approval for;

Where I live and what I do, and what Ill leave behind; Where I go and what I need, and when it will be time;
To move into that nursing home, cause time again has shown; That I need care and cant be trusted living on my own.

When strangers have to watch you, and all you have is gone; And every penny must be spent while you continue on;
Living in a little room that smells like alcohol; Eating from a plastic tray and staring at the walls.
Then you know its time to go, but here’s where life gets heady;
Theres one more thing you cant control:
Life goes when its darn ready!

Copyright Â© softerware ... [ 2019-01-09 03:17:48]
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Re: No Longer Mine (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Wednesday, 9th January 2019 @ 10:55:23 AM AEST
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What a bummer..so true but not something most want to think about. I/'/m seeing it first hand daily at a nursing home. Many live in silence and it/'/s age. I/'/ve never seen so many hard of hearing women in my life. Men yes but not women.
This as usual was beautifully written and chilling at the same time. In my world many are lucky to make it out of their fifties. If they do they usually go on to an older age.

Re: No Longer Mine (User Rating: 1 )
by ingeniusidiot on Wednesday, 9th January 2019 @ 08:16:50 PM AEST
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How very very true! I couldn/'/t have said it better myself granted if God is willing I still have a lot of living ahead of me. Ive told my wife and kids that when the time comes to either keep me on life support or put me in a nursing home...that I hope and pray that God will just take me...neither of those options are much of a way to live...I hope my family loves me enough to take care of me or either just let me die.

Yet again another beautifully penned piece

Rich

Re: No Longer Mine (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 13th January 2019 @ 10:10:26 AM AEST
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where one is contrived to interpret a world
of growing older, without thinking,
the world grows older, and so do I.
And I voice things differently, and without
my choosing. How can anyone be so interested
in phonies, what is the nature of human beings?
Short-term memory is limited, a lot of computations,
an linguist might suppose. Long-term is large,
and yet in spatial thought neither does anyone any
good.

And that/'/s what she said...

Peace!

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