The Good The Bad and The Ugly

I think the older you get the harder life gets. You try to stay positive, to smile, to be thankful for what you have got. You laugh a little, or a lot, you smile at kids and dogs and parrots. You value the friendships made years ago, and the ones you made yesterday. You have time to stop and smell the roses. but that’s where the bad starts creeping in.

When you stop to smell those roses, your back creeks and sends tingles down your spine and into your legs. You feel a little dizzy as your blood pressure soars. You find that those lovely kids have dug up your prize geraniums to give you a bunch of flowers and then stuck them in your antique vase. No, that’s not right. They were going to put it in your antique vase but they dropped it and now you have a number of glass shards everywhere, a glitter of little stars on the floor where you are bound to tramp on them.

And then the ugly sets in. You don’t understand your new cell phone lovely given to you by your family who want you to keep up to date with technology and you don’t want it, because when the darned thing rings you don’t know how when or where to switch the racket it makes off. And when you visit the doctor he says your blood pressure is far to high, and that there’s a murmur in your heart that he’s not happy with and that he wants to send you for tests. As a preventative measure they are going to put you on a special diet that excludes all the things you like. What’s the point you want to say? And because you like speaking your mind you do.

Well, that’s another thing you learn fast: How to keep your mouth shut. When you voice your opinion, they give you a thousand and one reasons as to why you need to stay healthy? So you can lose your marbles as you watch your friends all cross the sunset bar to never return, is that it? Each day you are forced to make new friends, with people you never liked the first time around. But your circle diminishes day by day and you ache all over, your bowels take a mind of their own and start dictating what you can and can’t eat. Like a two year old you end up peeing in your pants. A the beginning and end of the day you swallow so many pills that you must rattle like one of those voodoo things.

That’s the ugly. All these nasty things. But there is some sweet revenge.You can fall asleep anywhere and nobody bothers you unless of course you snore too loudly. You get taken to places you have never been before, at least that’s what you think although your family assure you they have brought you here many times. Don’t you remember? They will say it over and over again. May be it is them who have the short memories.

No. You don’t remember what you had for breakfast yesterday but you do remember dancing the night away at the annual city ball or taking in a sunset concert in the botanical gardens with your partner. Speaking of which, where has he got to now? Silly fool is always talking to every woman he can find as though he is the real Lothario.

Then you remember, yes he too is gone. Your yesterdays are filled with nostalgia and your tomorrows are uncertain.

That’s the reason to treasure and take care of the moment. It is the only thing of which you can be sure, live it to the full.


About margieswrite

I am a published freelance writer, of children's stories, a memoir, travel articles, birding articles, and articles of general interest to magazines and newspapers, with an interest in photography. In addition I am able to edit and undertake writing commissions for businesses and schools who wish to promote themselves.
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