A poem I wrote I wanted to share with you all

Enya52 6 hours ago

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'The Best One'

The best one to get I heard them say,

Back in April 24 on diagnosis day,

The year that followed there has been no 'best'

Only tears, medication scans and tests,

This disease is a thief it doesn't give,

It crawls and it creeps and affects how you live,

It's there in your mind every night and every day,

For some they can't make it go away.

It taunts you as it denies your male pride,

It waits and it grows until it can't hide,

Medical jargon, treatments and scores,

Fatigue, dry mouth, sickness and more,

PSA what's that? Only they know,

Every month just hoping it's staying low,

Testosterone down, mood swings and flushes,

Biopsies, surgery and incontinent gushes,

It has no limits, no mercy no age,

A number, a score a diagnosis, a stage,

Holidays, outings, memories to make,

Faked smiles in photographs family take,

The best one to get I heard them say,

I turn and reply 'it takes our men away'

Alwayshope 5 hours ago

Thank you for this Enya52 .

Some of us are growing old disgracefully and I thought I would share an amusing poem I came across on ageing and for those who say 'I'm fine'.

'I'm Fine'
Constance O'Neon
1953-54

There's nothing whatever the matter with me.
I'm just as healthy as can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees and when I
Walk I walk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak and my blood thin, but I'm
Awfully well for the state I'm in.
My teeth eventually had to come out and my
Diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and can't get thin, But I'm
awfully well for the state I'm in.

Arch supports I have for my feet or I wouldn't
Be able to walk in the street.
Sleep is denied me every night, and every
Morning I'm a sight.
My memory is fading, my head in a spin.
But I'm awfully well for the state I'm in.
Old age is golden, so I've heard said,
but sometimes I wonder as I go to bed,
My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My specs on a table until I get up.
When sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,
Was there anything else I should put on the
Shelf.? But I'm happy to say as I close my eyes,
my friends are the same in days gone by.
When I was young my slippers were red,
And I could kick my heels right over my head.
As I grew older my slippers were blue,
But I could still dance the whole night through.
Now I am old my slippers are black, when I walk
To the church, I puff all the way back.

The reason I know my youth has been spent,
My get up and go has got up and went.
But I really don't mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get up has been.
I rise every morning and dust my wits.
Pick up the paper and read the Obits.
If my name is missing I know I'm not dead, so
I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.

Now my moral of this, as my tale I unfold.
To you and to me, who is growing old.
It's better to say I'm fine with a grin,
Than to let them know of the state I'm in.

Millibob 2 hours ago

Thank you Enya52

Thank you for sharing that - that's me down to a "T". Been there, done that got the T Shirt.

Best wishes - Brian.

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