Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Deep in the Heart of a Weekend

     Deep in the heart of a weekend
        No plans, no promise, no pizazz

     A feeling as if I were robbed of something
        My youth, to be precise

     When Saturday night and Sunday found me out and about

     Ah, but what’s the point of comparing fragrance and fragility
        I’m happy with my life of sitting and writing and waiting

     Waiting for my disabilities to return to abilities
        recover assets, ditch liabilities

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Line Gauthier March 27, 2025 at 5:51 AM In the meantime, may I suggest Voltaren? Hugs xx

Michael Tor March 23, 2025 at 10:58 PM I'm hoping you return to your normal self Gershon this is such a reflection on life and what we go through it is never ending hopefully we age gracefully with little pain. Thanks for sharing...

David Crandall March 23, 2025 at 9:09 PM This is very relatable! For me, some things are an impossibility!

Oliver Mckeithan March 23, 2025 at 1:36 PM Good one Gershon. I am with you on this one. When I was young life was more fun. Now that I am old going out is in doubt. Gershon Wolf March 23, 2025 at 7:43 PM Sonds like we're in the same boat, rowing upstream without a paddle!

Regina Elliott March 23, 2025 at 7:04 AM Hi Gershon, I hear you. The reflections of us elder folk. Weekends we slow down some to pause. Outstanding poetry. Have a blessed Sunday. Shalom :) Gershon Wolf March 23, 2025 at 7:44 PM Gotta find a substitute for that word 'elder,' Regina. How abot 'experienced?' or anything other than elder or elderly. lol. ~ gw

Quoth Theraven March 22, 2025 at 9:49 PM Gershon, Very nice hold on reality. The sun has set in the west, not without a certain feeling of loss. Those mortal we, still remember the one living on in youthful abandon. -Richard