Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Draining the Reserves

I used to be much nicer.
I once was really sweet.
I’d smile at every stranger
I’d cross paths with on the street.

But as I’ve aged, I’ve noticed
All that charm in my reserves
Has evaporated, since so many
Folks get on my nerves.

Like the pushy, the obnoxious,
Those too loud or dense or rude – 
They’ve demolished my demeanor
And displaced my attitude.

There’s a reason older people
Turn cantankerous and cross
For experience drains patience,
Which is everybody’s loss.

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Robert Johnson February 16, 2017 at 8:09 PM Maybe it's big city angst. Or maybe just the norm. But when no one ever gives thanks it's time for some reform. But then again I'm just a grouch who sit's and thinks too much. And vedges out upon the couch in misery and such. :)

Cona Adams January 27, 2017 at 5:49 PM Perhaps we are less patient as we get older because our time is much more limited, therefore much more precious. I've noticed too, that others are much less patient with me now that I am old and slow.

Andrea Dietrich January 26, 2017 at 8:36 PM oh is this the one you were talking about? Yes, it is a little similar at the beginning!

Jean Murray January 25, 2017 at 3:01 PM It's true basic manners are missing from a lot of the younger generation Ilene. I was just thinking today, if I had a flat tire I'd be on my own trying to change it.

Matthew Anish January 24, 2017 at 7:07 PM Yes, the years will have their say as you indicate in this work. The last two lines are the best. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Andrea Dietrich January 24, 2017 at 7:02 PM wow, profound statement told in a most humorous way, Ilene. You are the amazing wit for the older generation!! (I want to be like you!)

Daniel Turner January 24, 2017 at 5:43 PM Is that the reason I'm such an a**hole? I always wondered what happened to my good nature. I love this bit of wisdom, Ilene:)

Tim Smith January 24, 2017 at 5:17 PM I hope this is just a poem and you remain your sweet self.