To My Old Age
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To My Old Age
To My Old Age
Huffing uphill leaves
my legs heavy as grief,
the trees panting
as if at any moment
one will place its limbs
on its hips,
arms akimbo
like a training instructor
at the gym, his new
and elderly client
--as my ex always claimed--
a disappointment.
At home I thwack
the hi-hats in the den
every time I walk by,
the ringing vibrations
like my a-fib.
How did this happen—
decades lost, as if swept off
by a furious broom.
There are creams
that promise to erase
my wrinkles, hair implants
to recover the lost
ringlets of my youth.
Everywhere young women
pushing baby carriages
in the Japanese tea garden
look less like wives
in their mid 20s
and more like girls
who should be taking notes
in a high school
biology class.
It’s odd how koi
and the pink faces of oleander
are the subjects
I now take note of,
as if old age
is a class without grades,
and one I hope never
to drop out of.
Huffing uphill leaves
my legs heavy as grief,
the trees panting
as if at any moment
one will place its limbs
on its hips,
arms akimbo
like a training instructor
at the gym, his new
and elderly client
--as my ex always claimed--
a disappointment.
At home I thwack
the hi-hats in the den
every time I walk by,
the ringing vibrations
like my a-fib.
How did this happen—
decades lost, as if swept off
by a furious broom.
There are creams
that promise to erase
my wrinkles, hair implants
to recover the lost
ringlets of my youth.
Everywhere young women
pushing baby carriages
in the Japanese tea garden
look less like wives
in their mid 20s
and more like girls
who should be taking notes
in a high school
biology class.
It’s odd how koi
and the pink faces of oleander
are the subjects
I now take note of,
as if old age
is a class without grades,
and one I hope never
to drop out of.
Re: Ode to My Old Age
Like this very much. I kind of want a different end, but maybe this one is enough.
Maybe:
as if old age
wanders over a hill
to pick a certain flower
and never returns
no, that's not it, oh well, it's your poem
Maybe:
as if old age
wanders over a hill
to pick a certain flower
and never returns
no, that's not it, oh well, it's your poem
Re: Ode to My Old Age
I can relate to this Bob.
'my legs heavy as grief', Very apt expression
I feel the same way. My legs give me lot of trouble,.
Nothing much to change.
'my legs heavy as grief', Very apt expression
I feel the same way. My legs give me lot of trouble,.
Nothing much to change.
meenas17
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Re: Ode to My Old Age
Billy, Meenas -- thank you.
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Re: Addressing My Old Age
Changed the title....not sure I like it...but open to suggestions. Best
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Re: Addressing My Old Age
Thank you, Ken. Your opinion means a lot.
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Re: To My Old Age
The title keeps bothering me....dunno
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Re: Addressing My Old Age
Hi, Bob,
Ode was rather formal & stiff
I find the revised refreshing.
likewise with
1/ to my old age
2/ my old age
Michael (MV)
Ode was rather formal & stiff
I find the revised refreshing.
likewise with
1/ to my old age
2/ my old age
Michael (MV)
BobBradshaw wrote: ↑24 Oct 2020, 04:42Changed the title....not sure I like it...but open to suggestions. Best