16-01-2014 11:20 AM
OLD AGE
Another year has passed
And we're all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter
And winter seems much colder.
There was a time not long ago
When life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
About 'Living in the Past'
We used to go to weddings,
Football games and lunches..
Now we go to funeral homes
And after-funeral brunches.
We used to have hangovers,
From parties that were gay.
Now we suffer body aches
And while the night away.
We used to go out dining,
And couldn't get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags,
Come home and take a pill.
We used to often travel
To places near and far.
Now we get sore asses
From riding in the car.
We used to go to nightclubs
And drink a little booze.
Now we stay home at night
And watch the evening news.
That, my friend is how life is,
And now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up...
Before you're too damned old!
16-01-2014 11:21 AM
Cookie, that's lovely did you do that?
16-01-2014 11:29 AM
i may do a lot of things but being a poet is not me..it was sent to me by a freind.
16-01-2014 12:05 PM
Its a lovely poem,,,,awwwwww.
16-01-2014 12:18 PM
Very good if a little depressing! lol
16-01-2014 12:38 PM
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
16-01-2014 12:43 PM - edited 16-01-2014 12:43 PM
Another good one, if not a little more depressing than the last.
My forgetter's getting better For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering Often times I walk into a room, | At times I put something away When shopping I may see someone, Yes, my forgetter's getting better |
16-01-2014 12:53 PM
My favourite Poem by Pam Ayres, not quite about getting old as such.
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth, |
16-01-2014 7:40 PM
@ed_blackadder_1 wrote:Another good one, if not a little more depressing than the last.
My forgetter's getting better
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke.For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering
If I really should be 'there'
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!Often times I walk into a room,
Say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score.At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who was that?"Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
this one must have written about me because this is me down to a t.
16-01-2014 7:45 PM
Me too! lol
16-01-2014 7:51 PM
Gill's poetry contribution...
16-01-2014 8:34 PM
LOL Merc!
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Most poems rhyme
But this one doesn't!
I'm not very good at poetry as you may by now have sussed!
16-01-2014 8:38 PM
I used to write poetry many moons ago.
16-01-2014 8:41 PM
19-01-2014 12:04 PM
I have written a lot of poetry as a young girl,,and still love to write it. I even had one published in our local newspaper when i was about twelve!!!!.
Pam Ayres is very good,,,, so funny,, i like funny verse or songs like Victoria Wood when she used to play the piano and do those funny songs ha ha ha ha . LOL.
19-01-2014 1:49 PM
Many, many years ago, my Dad used to say this silly poem to us:-
One fine day in the middle of the night
The Thames caught fire and the river ran away.
The blind man saw it,
The deaf man heard it and
The man with no legs ran to fetch the fire engine....
There was more of it but I can't remember it. Anyone else
heard it? I guess it's not "PC" enough now!
20-01-2014 2:12 PM
mine used to say about the Doctor Foster went to Gloucester in a pile of rain???,,, something like that. OOhhh i think it went, he stepped in a puddle right up to his middle and was never heard of again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. looooooooooooooooool
20-01-2014 2:53 PM
Similar to fishie's -
One fine day
In the middle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight
Back to back
They faced each other
Drew their swords
And shot each other
27-03-2023 3:17 PM
Amazing poem cookie 🍪😄