On the theme of old nurses again..........I'm one of them.

Diagnosis: Aging

It's a strange world I live in
As nurses, we're getting older and aging,
Body parts moving around
And other battles are waging.

High blood pressures
And gall-bladders perturbed,
Crazy habits that we had when we were younger
Now just leave us disturbed.

Quite a few things we used to eat
That we no longer can do,
Most of us have gotten fatter
And a few of us can't chew.

And now we stand around the water cooler
Chewing the fat,
Talking about our body image
Because that's where it's at.

Like some kind of one-upmanship
My disease is worse than yours, Mabel,
Then she talks about her high blood
Diabetes and psoriasis
And man, I don't want to be at her table

We compare our doctors
Our therapies and our medicine,
You think yours is better than Einstein
And mine is better than Edison.

Some talk about their family's
And their irritating habits,
Others exaggerate their problems
Like reproducing rabbits.

This is life after 50
We’re all drifting downhill,
The diagnosis of Aging
Is one bitter pill.

Fibril_late;
5/15/11