For Stroller and all those who forget to say no

Thats a good one Scotsgran! I have a little ditty....
You know your old when......

You're no longer breaking hearts
But breaking wind instead
You would sooner stay in
And watch TV in bed

That was brilliant Scotsgran, you can't beat a good laugh to start the day with.

Well done Scotsg, I love your poem, hilarious, thanks for the laugh!
Here is mine :
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend. - Anon

This one struck a chord with me as I learnt with my 3 year old grandson sitting on my knee now almost nine he is way ahead.

Grandma's on the internet
You won't believe the nuts she's met
But what she'd really like to know
Is- Where are those who quilt and sew
And do the things she likes to do?
She'd give them hints, and learn some too.

She used to be "scared" of a wee little mouse
Would scream if one ever got in the house.
Now she hugs one night and day
She'd rather cuddle it than stay
On the couch and watch t.v.
Her first love now is her P.C.

She'd like to see it all unfurled
So much to learn in this new world.
She could explore it from her chair
But mostly, she plays solitaire
But that's o.k. she doesn't care
About the weather in Zaire.

Windows were glass she'd wash and look through
Now they are programs to help us all view
The earth and the sea and the beautiful sky
A virus was something from which you could die
Now it's a nuisance that could spoil your day,
But it can be fixed and sent on it's way.

She served her time with diapers and dishes.
Now she can do whatever she wishes
And if that means staying up half the night
To point arrows at icons-that's really alright.

A bit was something you had little of.
Now it takes eight bytes to make the above
It's all so confusing, it makes her head ache.
A byte was something you take from a cake.
She's learning more about it now
Her four year old grandchild showed her how.

Brilliant, I love this site more and more each day! And as for poetry, here's mine (first and last verse only)

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within it's nets of gold,
When all is told
be cannot beg for pardon.

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

Fantastic....I love all of these,and so very true......wish I knew a poem,but if having amoan about something trivial,I always try to remember a saying by Confucious,sorry if spelling is wrong,and the words aren't exact..but the reference is the same.

" I moaned because I had no shoes,till I met a man who had no feet "

Your poem is great :o)
I would never want to be young again - I like the way I've become now.
( I wouldn't mind looking a bit younger though lol )

I look young but am mid aged, could do with less joint ache!! And better eye sight, I tell my husband I can't read the map because I can't see and he says I can't read a map!!

I love you all. Its been a BLOOMER great day. Thank you for the company.
I had to nip out to an emergency dental appointment when a munch into a big white seedy bloomer hoiked two of my bottom teeth out. My dentist is on holiday so his partner fitted me in today. To come back to this has cheered me up immensely.

Can't remember you taking a bite out of me,Scotsgran...never felt a thing !
Big and seedy? no.....White? you are correct .Lol...sorry,couldn't resist,before someone else did...:o))))).Hope you are feeling ok,,.

Lovely poems everyone.....don't know one I'm afraid.........

Just fine thank you Bloomer. I would not win a toothpaste ad comp but at least I do not have a big two teeth wide gap any more. No jags so no recovery thawing to be done either. Its been a happy day, hope Stroller you enjoyed your GOY Birthday. I'm afraid I do not write poetry I'm not observant enough or something but I have loved all the contributions from everyone.

Well thank you scotsgran for starting it all off!! I wonder what other talents we all have?!

~well countless years of experience if that's anything to go by~
trouble is you wish you knew what you know now back then...!

Would that have been a solution though. Maybe we needed to take the time to work through our lives so we could grow in to the people we have become. If the members on this blog are anything to go by we seem to be doing alright.
I often read through the poems submitted and am very glad to know you all share my sense of joy at being ourselves.

re Arlenes comment...I don't find hind sight very useful because when it's done It's always too late!! foresight would be a better bet!!

Yes I have to agree with that.

~the downside of foresight is that you may foresee something awful in advance of it happening which might have been better not to know, and whilst it might give you time to prepare for it, it might ruin your here and now~ perhaps only good or neutral things would be a benefit?

Not being blessed with the gift of seeing in to the future we might as well knuckle down and enjoy the day. Experience does allow you to make choices more easily. I had a very serious op when I was in my late 20's. The doc wanted to go into every detail and I told him to go away, I trusted him and was prepared to put myself at his mercy. He was uncomfortable about that as he felt I should know as much as possible. I told him in my case I was ready to face what ever happened to me. Solutions would be found for any problems after the op and we would tackle that as and when. I know I am fortunate to have a faith that says I will never be alone. It has stood the test of time. Below is a poem which sums up my life for me.

By Mary Stevenson, 1936

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”

Below is another poem which light heartedly makes the point that no matter how we try we can never insure everytrhing.

Three women die together in an accident and go to heaven. When they get there, St. Peter says, "We only have one rule here in heaven...don't step on the ducks."

So they enter heaven, and sure enough, there are ducks all over the place. It is almost impossible not to step on a duck, and although they try their best to avoid them, the first woman accidentally steps on one.

Along comes St. Peter with the ugliest man she ever saw. St. Peter chains them together and says "Your punishment for stepping on a duck is to spend eternity chained to this ugly man!"

The next day, the second woman steps accidentally on a duck, and along comes St. Peter, who doesn't miss a thing, and with him is another extremely ugly man. He chains them together with the same admonishment as for the first woman.

The third woman has observed all this and, not wanting to be chained for all eternity to an ugly man, is very, VERY careful where she steps.
She manages to go months without stepping on any ducks, but one day St. Peter comes up to her with the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on. Very tall, long eyelashes, muscular, and thin.

St. Peter chains them together without saying a word. The woman remarks, "I wonder what I did to deserve being chained to you for all of eternity?"

The guy says, "I don't know about you, but I stepped on a duck!"

Its good to LOL

Brilliant!

My Dad would just love that duck story, just up his street! Thanks for that laughter!

My big brother keeps me in stitches Lulu.

Blooming heck some one is in a bad way . Please pass the hankys (L0L).

I am trying to hunt out 'When I am old I shall wear Purple' but can't find it!!!!!
Maybe AA Milne when we wre very young would do!! xx

Find your poem on this link Lulu33. I had not heard of it before and I could not make up my mind if I could reproduce it here so give you the link. Enjoy it is funny.
http://labyrinth_3.tripod.com/page59.html
Read the poem again 230338 it is meant to be tongue in cheek even if it is a bit close to home for those of us who wont see 65 again.
A friend send me this next poem when I was going through a bad patch. I printed it and framed it and I draw inspration from it often.

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.

This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,

“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”

Ah, know it well.
Thanks for the link!!