Mike Gentile Poet Rhyme

Blonde and Twenty-Three

When I was blonde and twenty-three
The world held open doors for me
The streets would speak, they were my friend
I thought that love would never end

Scarlet lips on sunset kisses
Promised all that passion wishes
Mirror friendly faces glowed
I sought the life I thought was owed

When I was wise and forty two
There were so many things to do
No time for flowers in the park
A pawn on board to make his mark

Future still an open dream
Rising fast to taste the cream
When did clocks leave me behind
Forcing a new path to find

Now, it seems I can’t be seen
A wrinkled package casts no sheen
I miss the days of fancy free
When I was blonde and twenty-three

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Warren Doll June 20, 2019 at 3:41 PM Hi Mike, So well written. I particularly like the last stanza and the line " A wrinkled package casts no sheen." So descriptive and great poetry. It's a shame that older people are not given the respect they are due in our culture and become invisible. wishing you all the best, Warren Mike Gentile June 20, 2019 at 5:19 PM Thanks so much Warren, I do certainly agree, Have a great evening!!

Connie Marcum Wong June 3, 2019 at 2:44 PM I can relate Mike. I miss having good knees. But I treasure the wisdom of many years of experience. When young we think we have all the time in the world. A great nostalgic reflection. xxoo Mike Gentile June 3, 2019 at 3:12 PM Thanks Connie and yes I am certainly still grateful to still be here xxoo

Anne-Lise Andresen June 3, 2019 at 8:29 AM ... I think we all miss that time, Mike - A lovely poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Mike Gentile June 3, 2019 at 11:56 AM Thanks so much Anne-Lise, I do agree xxoo

Gershon Wolf June 2, 2019 at 8:51 PM Can't say it much better than this, Mike...waxing nostalgic; memories bittersweet. Happy end of Sunday, my ~ Gershon Mike Gentile June 3, 2019 at 7:46 AM Thank you as always WM !!!I always appreciate your visit!

Susan Ashley June 2, 2019 at 7:22 PM Your expressive poem is conveyed with haunting beauty, Mike, and your wistful words are filled with the hindsight and wisdom that comes from the experience of living life. Wonderfully done. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan Mike Gentile June 3, 2019 at 7:44 AM Thank you so much Susan, your thoughtful comments are most appreciated xxoo

Heidi Sands June 2, 2019 at 8:32 AM I understand, missing those days. I miss a lot about that time too. Well expressed Mike ! :) Mike Gentile June 2, 2019 at 9:04 AM Thank so much Heidi xxoo

Jan Allison June 2, 2019 at 8:02 AM sadly we can't hold back time Mike, got to look back to the good old days and embrace the future - I'm just grateful for every day I wake and open the curtains!:-) hugs jan xx Mike Gentile June 2, 2019 at 9:05 AM I know you are right Jan, I am also grateful xxoo Thank you!!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 2, 2019 at 7:58 AM Excellent!!! Every line :) xomo! Mike Gentile June 2, 2019 at 9:07 AM Thank you so much Maureen, Happy Sunday xxoo

Silent One June 2, 2019 at 7:35 AM We will all feel like this one day.. some people seem to struggle with age, but we just have to embrace it.. part and parcel of life my friend.. Mike Gentile June 2, 2019 at 9:07 AM I do sometimes struggle but do balance that with gratitude for still being here, life is good !!

Vijay Pandit June 2, 2019 at 7:22 AM I really enjoyed the soft tone and flow of your poem Mike..you speak for many with your portrait of aging..so charmingly delivered! Mike Gentile June 2, 2019 at 9:08 AM Thank so much Vijay, I do appreciate your kind words !!