This year, my darling love, you’ll receive more than flowers
Jewelry, candy, candles, gifts, kisses and chocolate bars
You will also get your AARP letter and your Medicare card
It’s vital that you take good care of yourself going forward.
Since you’re now sixty-five years old, you should feel blessed
Lucky, privileged and chosen. Please, please never get depressed
Age is always a good number, as long as you’re very healthy
And funny. The Almighty God is now watching over you regularly.
Eat well, drink more water, take your medications and vitamins daily
You’re now a senior, that’s a major step forward and a serious promotion
Since you’re retired, take a walk once a while. And that’s not being lazy.
You’ve worked all your life and have earned fair and square your pension
Your grandchildren and family will come to visit and spend time with you
I wish you a Landmark Birthday. Dear love, a blissful life is awaiting you.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the sweet friend of my heart and soul.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
What is this ridiculous obsession ~
perhaps a case of simple vanity?
There's so much more to life
than warped arrogant narcicism.
I'm obviously more than
these pesky extra pounds
around my waist and
few deep wrinkles on my face
yet still it manages to monopolize
my moods and daily thoughts.
I seem to spend my time
reminding mirror and self,
much like repeating a mantra,
that I am the sum total of my years.
Meanwhile I'll wait patiently for this brain
to start embracing the golden age of wisdom.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A Senior Citizen any day
Blessed to wake up hooray
Through the aches and pain
Sometimes the need to complain
Memory sometimes in forget
Enjoyment of retirement blitz
Carefree sensation
Surrounded by family and Grandchildren
Forget the Nursing Home
Always a need to walk and talk
Enriched spirit
Wanting to enjoy and live
Breath of Life
Embracing refreshing flowers
Sometimes for hours
Oasis of their own
Rocking Chair moments
Reflecting on their past life
Youthful years
Wisdom mounts
Encouraging words
Exercising those joints
Friendly breezes in blessing
Smile to smile
Heart to heart
A Senior Citizen Start.
I call myself a "senior teenager"
(put the two together and you get "seenager").
I have all that I ever wanted as a teenager
- lots of stuff, both minor and major -
I just got it all some fifty years later!
I don't have to go to school
or obey some teacher's rule.
I don't have to go to work
and hear some boss go berserk.
I get an allowance, I have my own pad,
I don't have to put up with a deadbeat dad.
I don't have a curfew, I have my own car;
no one will say squat if I smoke a cigar.
The folks I'm with are really not scared
of getting pregnant or even losing their hair.
The drugs we take are just medication
and definitely not for recreation.
I don't have acne, no sign of a zit.
Life is great, I must admit!
Senior citizens getting afraid
as it's true and also well said.
All of them are just carrying AIDS.
Off and on, are using Band AIDS.
Many of them use Hearing AIDS.
Each to accept Medical AIDS
Even some receive Organ AIDS
Children send Monetary AIDS.
Vulnerable to HIV
While senior citizen might be..
Fact, though may be astonishing.
What to do ! Hair Is Vanishing.
HIV : Abbreviation !
Oblivious - not to mention.
Archaic silence reasons with my soul
Not the latest model, and not really a classic
Just a girl who trembles with expectation
When the sun regards my flowers with a smile,
Sending her delicate shafts of hope
Coloring each of my thoughts in beautiful blessings
While the rain seeks to nurture the petals
Who laugh beneath dew and glimmers of light
Breaking through the soundless breeze
Who carries my dreams, roaring into eternity
Old-fashioned, sometimes though – I feel my heartbeat
And mumble to the wind, a song who remembers
What it must be like to stir the old hearts, the souls
Who color my life in yesterday’s glory,
The stories without words, stories that remember
But are never heard, stories in poetic murmurs
Healing the heart and happening, so sure
Reflecting the eternal with each wave of assurance,
A destiny, wrapped in quilts of endless truths
Old age is the one solace from an emptied innocence.
If freshman year was aspirational
and sophomore year was unhinged
junior year was put up or shut up
and senior year is a dash to the finish line
This year’s on fast forward—and it’s for keeps
every to-do list has value-laden questions
things seem sharp edged, single use and intense
it’s all about trajectories and ‘landing spots”
Let’s wax poetic..
Produce now, or spend fury on thyself—all else is untenable
we’re past youth and ignorance—your honour’s at stake
Suitors call you by name, like well-acquainted friends
they took your measure—you’re beyond the mark of others
they seduce with money—the future brings liberty and noble deeds.
So don the the garland and prove thyself—take the field
join the battle—now’s the reward—aidless, perpetual toil
with every motion be right, it’s thy shunless destiny.
.
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A song for this:
A Man of Great Promise by The Style Council
Headstart For Happiness by The Style Council
The music was lively.
The young dancer, unable to restrain
herself, stood and shuffled slowly to
the dance floor. His eyes followed her –
hopeful, but with sadness and concern.
Her gait unsteady, her cane little
help, she began to move – awkwardly
but determinedly – until her eyes
filled with frustration, fear, and
finally resignation; and she stopped.
His eyes filled.
She slowly lifted her gaze from her
uncooperative legs – until their eyes met.
Their painful frowns slowly morphed
into a wistful expression…
And they danced…Across the years,
In sweet remembrance of times
held as tightly in their memory
as they had once held each other…
And they smiled.
Brochures arrive quite often
And they beckon with a deal –
It’s time for senior living –
You don’t know how good you’ll feel!
There’s a pool, a gym, a clubhouse
With so much that you can do
And you’ll make new friends, for everyone’s
A senior just like you!
I know folks who have transitioned,
Others soon to take the plunge,
Eager for a fresh new start,
Their former lives set to expunge.
Though I envy their excitement
And the purging of the past,
I don’t see that in my future,
For I think the die’s been cast.
Derrière dimples
Bold gray hair
Occasionally pimples
Elegant emerald stare
Competent and confident
Comfortable in own skin
Knowing to accept compliments
With wise yet humble grin
Bringing the best in every way
No fear in the aging process
Even you walk with delightful sway
Work of art you are in progress
Hope to know my years of gold
As wonderful and filling like you
A unique and courageous soul
Pleasure to know one as humble and true
Sitting all alone,
sipping tea, munching a scone;
elderly woman
in a quiet coffeehouse
looking for conversation.
"That was delicious",
she says to the young server
seemingly busy.
She tries to make eye contact;
the young one averts her gaze.
It's like that most days...
staring at windows and walls.
Human connection:
a rarer commodity
for those who so need it most.
Senior Bells
Senior Bells
I wish my ears would stop ringing
Senior bells
What the hell
It sounds just like Christmas day
Where’s the sidewalk
There’s the sidewalk
I’m not sure though sometimes
I don’t care
If those bells would stop ringing
Gas is passing
Children laughing
I might fall, I can’t see
And of course,
I’m still hearing those bells
Senior Bells
Senior Bells
It’s Christmas time I am thinking
Senior Bells
Senior Bells
What, have I missed Christmas day
PS
I have Tinnitus, the good part is every day
can be Christmas!
12/2/2023
Oh, the excruciating job of finding
a comfortable pair of shoes!
And why do we fall asleep so darn
early at night?
Driving after sundown is a fright!
Hey, gravity, stop pulling on my face!
There's a younger man I wish to date!
Desiring to dance like a sexy Sambista,
but why does sitting seem to be my fate.
Can you please help me bring the those
groceries in?
Stop staring at me~that's really no sin.
By the way, what's my cousin's phone
number, I cannot recall.
Seniors to God, are close and very dear.
What's that you said, my dear?
So sorry, I cannot hear!
HEALTHY SENIOR
My mother used to feed me to grow up big and strong
Cauliflower and broccoli, some foods that taste so wrong
How could anyone believe that vegetables could be so good
Especially when there was sugar in all my favorite food
Should have listened to my mother, the words keep haunting me
One look in the mirror and it’s scary what I see
So I’m eating all my veggies and foods that are whole
My portions are no bigger than can fit into a bowl
I bought some shoes for walking and do it every day
And joined a club for fitness when cold weather comes our way
If I continue on this journey it should come as no surprise
That by the time I am a hundred, I’ll be my perfect size
Suffocation, is that the word
For this lessening strength within?
This discomfort needing fresh air
Gently stirring, encouraging
How can I pack treasures to move?
"Stuff" to go, and then, begin.
-EvelynPearl Anderson
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