Hi Everyone,

Most of the time when we receive gifts or try to give presents to someone, we hope that we get what we wish for or give the right gift.

Here, I share with you how to find the perfect gifts for everyone. It can be a store bought item, your own creation or a poem.

"Have An Awesome Day!

Monday, August 20, 2012


Aching Bones(New)

Woke up this morning at the crack of my back, 
Guess I'd spent too much time in the sack.
Seems like my very bones do ache.
I pray dear Lord, give this old fart a break.
I don't mean an actual break
It's just an expression, for heaven's sake.
So I prayed and prayed and tried to be nice.
I even kneeled and faced Mecca once or twice.
Because I didn't want to miss a bet, 
Didn't know which religion was the better yet.
But nothing seemed to do a bit of good, 
Not that I really thought it would.
If I want to tell you the goldurned truth
Probably just my reward for my mispent youth.
I'll have to toughen up, I declare it, 
Nothing left to do but grin and bear it. 

George Hunter

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. 
Jenny Joseph

Do I consider me a senior?

I am now fifty but I am still nifty.

What construes a senior, that we are no more leaner?
What construes a senior, our skin begins to look saggy?
What construes a senior, we wear clothes that are baggy?
What construes a senior, our hair has changed to grey?
What construes a senior, we go to church, we pray?
What construes a senior, we walk with bended stoop?
What construes a senior, we can't control our poop?
What construes a senior, we live in a nursing home?
What construes a senior, we don't need a comb?
What construes a senior, we have all but one tooth?
What construes a senior, medication is like a loot?
What construes a senior, feeding the pidgeons is a hoot?
What construes a senior, no solids only liquid food?
What construes a senior, the time seems to fly?
What construes a senior, we shrivel and slowly die?
What construes a senior,  we learn how to survive
What construes a senior, we do our best with our remaining life.

Copyright Philo Yan August 20, 2012

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