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Middle Aged Poets Lament

I am old and unfulfilled I sit upon a lonely hill. When I was young And had the time I could not rhyme For one thin dime. But now I'm old And time is short And I could do with Some support. Or at least some understanding.

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James Marshall Goff

Date: 6/16/2009 7:44:00 PM

visiting again! love this!! jim

James Marshall Goff

Date: 4/10/2009 7:02:00 PM

here here!!! jmg

Jim Skinner

Date: 4/4/2009 8:15:00 PM

You hit home ,but not always "Rhyming, is not a bad thing.Anything that tears at your heart strings is good ,as was this.......Jim

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 4/4/2009 8:12:00 AM

I like it. The ryme is good. Just for the record, "old" is relative. When my grandmother reached the age of 90, I heard her say, "Dane, I'm getting old." That was the first time I heard her say those words. 9 years later, she said it again. Shortly after came her end. Remember Grandma Moses. You're never to old to learn and to share. Welcome to Poetry soup. You'll get encouragement here.