Those 70ish Girls

The girls that I run with are the best you’ll ever find

Everyone is grateful that we’re all sound of mind.

Oh, we can get a little crazy, but no one seems to care

We’ll give you what you need…add a hug and say a prayer

We celebrate together every chance we get.

I’m surprised the cards in town haven’t sold out yet.

There are trials and tribulations and moments to rejoice

Direction comes from up above, and we listen for His voice.

Before this poem is over I must confess to my mistake

I don’t want anyone to think my little rhymes are fake

I said with much conviction, we still have our faculties

Our lives aren’t always easy, we have had to tackle these

Wrinkles caused by laughter, gray hair caused by the years

A knee or back that causes pain or a couple of bad ears

We’ve suffered broken bones, and had the surgeries we should

If one forgets, one will remember…(in all likelihood)

All you have to do is call if a little pain exists

We’ll bring you lots of yummy food…(we’re all Methodists)

I can’t help but think about all the fun times up ahead

You will ALL be invited to my magnificent she shed

(Does not include all the beautiful Methodist women, outlying friends and relafriends)