Twas The Night Before
Don Grose
Twas the night before Thursday - no bridge club this week -
Momma is working so it's just me and me teeth.
Well me and my tooth if you must know the truth.
I lost one - they built one - a sorry excuse.
You see teeth by themselves are a marvellous thing.
They chew well and look good so white and so clean.
They fill up your mouth when there's no words inside -
and spend most of your time just there - there's the crime.
Just wait till the day when a tooth falls off -
woe !
There's a big gaping hole in your smile - oh no !
It's never a back one that gets your attention -
it's always a front one - forget any pretention -
Because you now have no choice - you're aging - you
know it !
You can hide things that sag, but fall off - you will show it !
So you rush to the dentist and rely on his magic -
To plug your new gap with something of plastic -
You look in the mirror and marvel and cry -
You look good as new - oh me - my oh my !
Here's the part of the story where good news turns bad...Befuddled, Bewildered, Be Sorry, Be sad -
Your appearance is indeed a technological shock -
But the bridge he installed makes you talk like a sock
was implanted behind where your tooth used to be -
Your tongue just won't function when competing you see -
For the space in your mouth once it's own sole domain.
So a lost tooth - replaced -a problem remains.
I sign up tomorrow for remedial speech classes -
If I perfect these new skills, I'll again talk like the masses.
But until that day comes, I'm afraid I'm resigned -
to taking my bridge out - to talk, cry or whine.
So when your dentist tells you to brush thrice and
floss -
Every day do due diligence or suffer the cost.
Look good or talk right - it's one or the other -
I'm thinking from life I might never recover.
But seriously....Gracious me...I once held the ill-informed belief that once I hit forty - well we'd be
rolling in the clover then ! I've since come to the
conclusion that life is taking every day as it
comes and the happiest people are those who wake up
in the morning with a clear idea of their mission -
an idea of the dream they wish to pursue and the
desire to somehow make someone elses life better in even the most insignificant of ways before each day is done. But I did lose a tooth the other day and I'm
finding it very difficult to talk so I'd really be
quite happy to accept any and all expressions of sympathy....Actually, it's alright...this little
temporary speech impediment might be enough to make
me listen more and speak less - and that can't be a
bad thing.
First Christmas at home without any kids since way back in 1981 when Tyler was born.Tyler's moved to
Calgary, joined younger brother Matthew in Alberta,
so the lovely Charlene is stuck with me..and Ceiladh
( Kay-Lee ) the wonder dog...In case you're curious -
we don't call Ceiladh " the wonder dog " because she's bright even for a border collie...it's because
she sheds and we wonder why the hell we didn't get
something like a pig with no hair. Oh that's nice isn't it ?...No lack of Christmas spirit in a comment
like that now.
My heart goes out to anyone whose alone or whose lost a loved one recently...this can be a difficult time
of year...allow yourself to think good thoughts,
enjoy good memories - and try and think of something
nice you could do for someone else - you might get
a lot of joy out of something simple - like taking
someone else's mind off a situation that's causing
them to struggle.
At the end of the day - we're all in this together.
Have a joyous, safe and healthy holiday season.
May peace be yours.
Don
Twas the night before Thursday - no bridge club this week -
Momma is working so it's just me and me teeth.
Well me and my tooth if you must know the truth.
I lost one - they built one - a sorry excuse.
You see teeth by themselves are a marvellous thing.
They chew well and look good so white and so clean.
They fill up your mouth when there's no words inside -
and spend most of your time just there - there's the crime.
Just wait till the day when a tooth falls off -
woe !
There's a big gaping hole in your smile - oh no !
It's never a back one that gets your attention -
it's always a front one - forget any pretention -
Because you now have no choice - you're aging - you
know it !
You can hide things that sag, but fall off - you will show it !
So you rush to the dentist and rely on his magic -
To plug your new gap with something of plastic -
You look in the mirror and marvel and cry -
You look good as new - oh me - my oh my !
Here's the part of the story where good news turns bad...Befuddled, Bewildered, Be Sorry, Be sad -
Your appearance is indeed a technological shock -
But the bridge he installed makes you talk like a sock
was implanted behind where your tooth used to be -
Your tongue just won't function when competing you see -
For the space in your mouth once it's own sole domain.
So a lost tooth - replaced -a problem remains.
I sign up tomorrow for remedial speech classes -
If I perfect these new skills, I'll again talk like the masses.
But until that day comes, I'm afraid I'm resigned -
to taking my bridge out - to talk, cry or whine.
So when your dentist tells you to brush thrice and
floss -
Every day do due diligence or suffer the cost.
Look good or talk right - it's one or the other -
I'm thinking from life I might never recover.
But seriously....Gracious me...I once held the ill-informed belief that once I hit forty - well we'd be
rolling in the clover then ! I've since come to the
conclusion that life is taking every day as it
comes and the happiest people are those who wake up
in the morning with a clear idea of their mission -
an idea of the dream they wish to pursue and the
desire to somehow make someone elses life better in even the most insignificant of ways before each day is done. But I did lose a tooth the other day and I'm
finding it very difficult to talk so I'd really be
quite happy to accept any and all expressions of sympathy....Actually, it's alright...this little
temporary speech impediment might be enough to make
me listen more and speak less - and that can't be a
bad thing.
First Christmas at home without any kids since way back in 1981 when Tyler was born.Tyler's moved to
Calgary, joined younger brother Matthew in Alberta,
so the lovely Charlene is stuck with me..and Ceiladh
( Kay-Lee ) the wonder dog...In case you're curious -
we don't call Ceiladh " the wonder dog " because she's bright even for a border collie...it's because
she sheds and we wonder why the hell we didn't get
something like a pig with no hair. Oh that's nice isn't it ?...No lack of Christmas spirit in a comment
like that now.
My heart goes out to anyone whose alone or whose lost a loved one recently...this can be a difficult time
of year...allow yourself to think good thoughts,
enjoy good memories - and try and think of something
nice you could do for someone else - you might get
a lot of joy out of something simple - like taking
someone else's mind off a situation that's causing
them to struggle.
At the end of the day - we're all in this together.
Have a joyous, safe and healthy holiday season.
May peace be yours.
Don
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