I went to get my mail today
as innocent as could be.
An official looking envelope
was staring up at me.
It looked rather imposing.
It gave me quite a scare.
What is this form attached here?
It can’t be..yes…it’s Medicare!
Old people go on Medicare!
They’ve made a big mistake.
My husband laughs and shakes his head,
“Oh Judi, dear, for goodness sake…
I signed you up three months ago!
My god, you are naive.”
I started with denial
and then began to grieve.
I grieved my youth, that fleeting state
of life that came and went.
So here I am, in later years..
and now I am hellbent
on cherishing each and every day.
Though Medicare is a must,
the future awaits and I’ll be trying
to live my life to it’s fullest.
I open my mailbox with a sense of trepidation these past few years. The first AARP magazine was a bit of a jolt. But the surprises keep on coming.
My first illustrated collection of poems is available for purchase.