|Ode from a COPD'er
by Ione Driggs
Note: This is in answer to Ann Lornie's wonderful writing.
ODE FROM A 'C.O.P.D.ER'
I'm happy to hear your goal's ninety-four.
Mine's just another year, not worse than before.
I'm just happy to be here at eighty-five
I'm hanging around just for the ride.
The world is changing; I don't like the pace,
But I'm happy that I'm still part of the race.
I've slowed up a lot, but who hasn't, I ask?
Long as I finish my desired task.
I like to read and also to write
That fills my days and holds back the strife.
If that isn't enough, a puzzle I'll make,
Or out in the kitchen, something good to bake.
I have a large family; they keep me in line,
with all of them helping, there's no cause to whine.
Their care for me is what keeps me alive
And grateful to be at age eighty-five.
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