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Musings of An Aging Man
Ah, the wistful daydreams about my lost youth! Astride upon a white stallion, riding into a distant past I miss youth like a barren, parched desert misses pouring rain I wish I could coax father time into restoring my vernal exuberance My aging body is starting to betray me. I can't see quite as clearly I can't move as quickly. And I sure can't run up the stairs as fast As I used to. My memory isn't quite as sharp anymore. Each morn I awake, full of aches and pain. I'm a squeaky wheel in need of grease You needn't strain your eyes to see what my age wants you to see I have greying hair, crows feet, lines across my forehead, the works My testosterone is shot to smithereens. My virility is steadily waning But who's complaining? I'm loving life. There's a lot of it left to live, still Aging is hard to accept, but I must. I see my wrinkles In the mirror, and I smile because I wear them well. I'm still me! No one stays young forever. I am but a flower no longer blooming As beautifully in springtime, but c'est la vie. I'm still thriving! Youthful folks may deride and dismiss me as over the hill... A Phoenix with clipped wings, thrashing about the ashes Sucking me in like quicksand, but I'm still alive and kicking Look how far I've made it! I have something they envy---wisdom! Submitted for... Strand Select 2 Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest(Winner: 1st Place) Sponsored by Brian Strand Date: 01/01/2019 A Contest On Aging Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place) Sponsored by: Emile Pinet Date written and posted: 06/02/2019
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