Looking back, it's funny how taking a bath has changed over the years...
As kids, the tub was our playground, with bubbles as mountains and rubber ducks battling it out. We’d splash around with toy boats, lost in pure joy.
Now, as adults, bath time is all about soothing sore muscles and finding some relief. Getting in is easy enough, but getting out? That's a whole different story!
Despite the aches and the cautious steps, there's still something comforting about a warm bath, a little ritual that’s stuck with us through the years.
Now in old age, bath time’s a chore,
Relieving the aches, the muscles so sore.
Bubbles still rise, but now with a sigh,
How will we get out? Oh, how we try!
Read full poem - Rubber Duckies and Epsom Bliss
...Bathtime now is a moment to relax, let the worries drift away, and maybe even chuckle at how things have changed. But today instead of rubber ducks and sail boats it is a glass of wine and a joint.
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