There Was an Old Lady Who Lived in a Shoe

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children she didn’t know what to do.

“And then she got older”.

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe

She had so many health issues she didn’t know what to do.

Doctors and therapists said there’s nothing wrong

Go home you old lady; I’m tired of hearing your song.

“And then she became angry.”

There was an old lady who screamed out in fear

No one can help me she cried out in tears.

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe

She gave up on life and said the hell with all of you.

Then one friend on Facebook who was a true friend

Booked a flight to be with this old lady until the very end.

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe

Her friend held her hand and asked what could she do.

“Just sit with me young lady; my fear is to die all alone

Tell me I matter until God takes me home.”

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe

Who went to heaven without feeling blue.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


The cover photo on this page is a photo of a girl covering her face in shame (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

Von Kahlo has chosen the topic of shame in free verse poem for the August 2015 monthly contest. You may write in any style or poetic form a poem about shame- what is it and how do you resolve it or not

embarrassWith age comes slacking

A time of lacking

We stand in time

Remain in line

This can be bad

And even sad

When mistakes we make

And people hate

Cuz they don’t understand

They don’t see the plan

Our minds still tick

But fog is thick

Filled with memories

Of children and trees

Babies born

Husbands are torn

What once was gay

Can be sad, I say

So when I go out and do

Something stupid or rude

Please take in stride

Don’t scold don’t chide

Don’t sit me on a shelf

When I embarrass you and myself

Just cover your grin

And hold it in

Put your arm around me

Tell me words I can see

This is what we need.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

#FWF Free Write Friday; Word Play Foreplay

Wordplay – Foreplay: Make the ordinary…sexy

It was an ordinary day. I woke early. Put my coffee pot to work. Fed my two cats and let the dog out. I brushed my teeth with my hair brush and then brushed my hair with my toothbrush. Oops, did I get that backwards? Must be old age creeping in. Well I switched them and did it proper.

I let the dog in and started heating up the skillet. Took my three fattest slices of bacon and plopped them in the pan. You know, I could do this blindfolded. I have been fixing this same meal for at least the last six years. I had to, because that old cuss I was married to decided he liked the bottle better than me. I had to give him the choice, the big make it or break it choice.

Would you believe that old buzzard chose the long-necked bottle over this divine body? Old cuss, old fart. I packed up his belongings and threw them and his ugly ass right out on the lawn. Suffer baby. See how ya like being ignored. He makes me so cotton-pickin mad. He didn’t even try to fight it. He just picked up his  bags and tipped his hat to me like he was going on some sort of vacation and turned around and walked off.

Darn men, what do we women need them for anyways. They ain’t no good to us anyways except for the sex department. I think that’s about all there is that I truly miss down in my heart and body.

I could count on every Friday night after he got his paycheck he would stock the refrigerator with beer and then he would stock me up for another week. Oh well, it is what it is right?

I use my bacon grease and drop a couple of eggs. Getting them all stirred up in that grease is what makes them really yummy you know. Oh good, the coffee’s done. Looks like mud to me. Oh crap, I forgot to drop the bread down in the toaster. Well I can fix that right quick.

While it’s toasting I fill my plate with my delicious-looking grub. I pour me a steaming hot cup of that brew. Good, toaster isn’t on the blink just yet. Just popped up and now I will slather some good old butter on it. I sit down and say my usual thanks. God thanks for allowing me to still get myself up and fix my own grub. Thanks for watching over me. Now I am hungry. Making this prayer short. Thanks God, Amen.

After breakfast I go find some clean clothes to put on. Coming out into the kitchen I gaze out the window to see how chilly it is. Well what do you know, the temperatures are a rising. It is above 50 already. I don’t need no jacket today.

Good thing I wore my perky bra this morning. With no jacket to wear I wanna make sure I look my best. Who knows who I may see on my morning walk. You know, I still got what it takes.

Nice long legs. I always cover them up with pants though. I don’t want everyone seeing my old ugly varicose veins. Got me a nice sweater that fits me real good. The material is nice and soft. Any man could not resist rubbing his hands over this. See for yourself, touch it, don’t it feel nice?

It shows off my perky bosom when I wear the right push-up bra. Makes my stomach look a little smaller. I put my straw hat on and grab the leash for the dog. Come on mutt, time for our morning exercise. You can pee on any spot you see and be sure to take your dump while we are out. Don’t want you coming back and doing it in our own yard now, ya hear me?

As every day goes and this is no different we head off down the street to the city park. They got an area there all set up for dogs. I can just let him off his leash and he can go play with all the other wild heathens.

I let him go and I find me a nice warm sunny park bench to sit my behind down on. Think I will slip off my loafers and give my toes some wiggle room. What’s this? Oh crap, why didn’t I take the time to dress up those nails with some hot pink color. He’s coming my way.

He plops his butt right down beside me and says good morning man. “How ya doing this fine day?” I look at him and then down at my naked toenails. I say, “I’m a doing just fine and yourself?”

“The sunshine does make a body feel better that’s for sure. I just let my two dogs loose and I saw that they are playing with your dog now. Sort of made me a little frisky just watching them.”

Oh really now. You mean those dogs running like wild hogs makes you frisky?”

“Well ya sorta. Takes me back in time when I was a lot younger. Lots of energy I used to have. Free and sassy. Taking out a different lady each weekend. Those were the days back then.”

“I see, and now what do you do with your spare time old man?”

“Not a whole lot, what about you?”

“Nothing much same old thing every day. Always bring my dog down here and try to get a walk in each day. You know it helps to keep a gal’s figure in fine shape.”

“Uh yeah I noticed, you got a real fine shape. I just love that sweater. Looks real comfy and soft. Mind if I touch it?”

I looked him straight in the eyes and batted my eye lashes at  him and gave him my biggest smile ever. He ran his fingers up and down the arm and said, “Ya it feels real good next to my skin.”

The two became quiet then. They just sat there and watched the dogs running and playing. Soon he pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time. “Well I guess it’s time to be going. I don’t know why I really need to. There isn’t anything waiting for me at home. My wife died a couple of years back. Just hate that empty feeling when I walk through that front door.”

“I know what you mean. Same thing with me. Got me two cats at home and this darn old dog. They all keep me company.”

“Would you like some more company? You can always come home with me?” he asked as he touched my sweater one more time.

What did I tell ya folks. Didn’t I tell ya? This sweater and my perky bra can take a normal routine of a day and turn it into something more. Maybe even a little sexy added in. Get my drift?

The two wink at each other as he slips his hand in hers. They go get their dogs and take off to his house for a little extra out of the ordinary day.

This is a photo of a model from 1975 wearing a...


My Work Is Never Done

Saw Blade

Up at dawn I could not sleep

Al was in  pain way too deep

Crew was here to build the ramp

And all I wanted to do was take a nap

Shower girl showed up on time

Wish she would come sometime after nine

Cali, the kitty was all wound up

Too many people, she was running a muck

Saws and hammers is all I heard

Couldn’t even hear my tiny little birds

After the crew went home for the day

I wanted to go outside and enjoy the rays

But there was finishing work that need to be

Cleaned up and things that I could see

No play time for me, only Al and Cali got that

I heard cracks and moans on my poor old back

I swept and moved furniture back in its place

I felt like I was running in some old lady’s race

It was dusk when I walked into our front door

The kitty was sleeping and Al was half on the floor

He was trying to get up to go potty he said

But his legs would not move, and I think they were dead

I waited to see if he was going to fall

I was not dressed to go to  the emergency hall

He made it in his time without a hitch

I thought to myself that life is a bitch

Back to the couch he made it once more

And I went to the shower, and threw my clothes on the floor

The water running over me felt oh so good

I didn’t want to leave but I knew that I should

My smokes and my coffee are here in front of me

And now I’m here with you, just as it should be

Am I As Old As My Mind Says?




I see people everywhere I am


Some ignore and some say hi


Others smile as they go by.


I have lived here all my life


Except a few years where I tried to do


Something in my life that was all brand new.


I feel like at my age, I should know


At least a few I pass along my way


But no, I do not see anyone on this day.


Where have all the people gone


Who used to be in my life


Married a husband, or maybe a wife.


Now, as I get older, I search


The obits to look and maybe see


Recognition of a name that used to be.


Where has all the time gone


Am I really as old as they say


In my mind, it says I am getting younger every day.




Gotta Love Getting Older

Awake is the New Sleep (2005)

Awake is the New Sleep (2005) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I lay my head down to sleep

I pray that I do not wake

To pee, to drink or look around

I pray I will sleep oh so sound.

As I rise and lift my head

I pray I don’t fall down

I pray I make it to the pot

Not dripping all over what  I got.

As I sit down to eat my breakfast

I hope I don’t make a mess

I pray that each bite hits it mark

And that each piece don’t taste like bark.

I hope that as I putter around

Inside my house today

That I don’t have to bend over at all

And cause my big fat butt to fall.

I ask that my mind stays with me

While we dine tonight together

And that my teeth don’t lose their grip

And end up floating in my coffee to sip.

I thank you God for this beautiful day

That you have given to me to use

I pray that when I rise once more

That I won’t fall into the doors.