DEAR ME

When you are seventy or eighty or so
Please remember to bathe.
Appreciate the ones who give
Instead of what you gave.
Listen to the voice of youth
And learn about their world.
Refrain from mentioning the perfect life
Back when you were a girl.
Go outside and take a walk and exercise your mind.
Don’t allow your days and months
To slowly lag behind.
Love your children and bite your tongue
When they do things a different way.
Realize that times have changed
Just as your hair turned to gray.
Stay on top and think young thoughts
And i’m sure your life will be better.
The only problem I foresee is forgetting
Where you put this letter.

Janet Brice 4-20-1989