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"