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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The older I get, the more I forget the names of colors. Would you call this paint amber, burnt ochre, or clay? Would it were the same with all of my dolors. But age hasn’t washed any of my dolors away. I finally saw hills as old as me, and it was a pitiful sight to see, with many a crevice and facial scar, and so, pointing at the hills, I asked my dearest wife, Shar, "Is that what I look like?" She said, “No, that's is not what you look like. That’s what you are." Only two o'clock ~ still an hour till it's three. Time's passing slower than eternity. Now it's four, and as even the clock's cuckoo can see ~ I'm having trouble with this end-of-life monotony. How much longer till it's five o'clock ~ and I can put this head of lettuce on the chopping block? Tick ~ tock ~ tick ~ tock ~ tick~ tock... That's life ~ in a game with grandpa ~ running down the clock. As I reflect on my old body’s daily decay, I wonder ~ did God really mean to do it this way? Couldn't He have let me journey to life's end, whole and entire, instead of having part after part of me periodically misfire? You assert emphatically, "Yes! He really meant to do it this way!" Okay. When you're old, you know what's really insane? It's when you're going down memory lane, but you find nobody there with whom a memory to share. And you wonder ~ am I in the right brain? My route home seems to have been mislaid. I have a feeling I've walked way past the Fire Brigade. And where's that street where the park and the bicycle path meet? I'm completely lost! ~ My God! I'm so afraid. One thing when you get this old is that your body can get so unbearably cold, because your skin gets so thin, it lets all the iciness in, and then a hot partner is worth their weight in gold. You know how it is when cola loses its fizz. That's kinda what happened here. And what can I say but, 'Sorry, my dear?' I kinda feel like I've flunked the pop quiz. No longer mourn for me when I am dead. Rather have everyone don a motley party hat. And if anyone's inclined to cry, please say, "Don't shed a tear for this old guy, cuz he's gonna live it up ~ in the sweet bye and bye.
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