The Finish Line

As I was saying it takes longer Just to get where I am going. It’s like boating on the river and The wind impedes my rowing. The oars are getting heavier, I can’t compete with Father Time. Oh I wish that you had seen me When I was truly in my prime. I could write a poem much quicker Than you could put on your hat. I could amend it and then send it In just a jiffy after that. My love poems were much sweeter And my limericks were funnier. My witty lines were wittier, And my puns were always punnier. Forgive me while I take the time To chase a thought that’s fled. It’s gone I guess I’ll settle For a lesser one instead. With dimmed eyes and aching fingers, I must make some small concessions. And I have to save the juicy stuff For my tale for “True Confessions”. By: Joyce Johnson Wirtten for new contest "Complete Your Poem" Previous poem was "5 minute Poem"