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It's Okay to Pass Go
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And Time Goes By
There is one thing I learned as
passed fifty;
you can say almost anything
you damn well please
and people are not shocked.
(Unless, of course,
you do something like
call your boss a pork-faced idiot).
I find as I get older that the
environment surrounding me is,
in actuality, a zoo.
I am convinced that my boss
was dropped on his head as a baby,
though I admit he is now bright enough
that he doesn't approach me during
a hot flash moment.
I became aware, too, as I passed fifty,
that I am terribly frightened of
doctors who look like Doogie Houser.
During a recent medical crisis, I
watched Doogie write his blog
for the day,
which, no doubt, included an
old woman in her fifties
who is a pathetic hypochondriac.
Life is different now.
Policemen look like teenagers,
nobody likes Neil Diamond but me,
I'm the only one in my crowd who
displays a strobe light,
and I have a new love in my life -
my brand new designer varilux bifocals!
