Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Fewer Hugs

   When you can no longer bend down to pick something up
       or take your best gal for a stroll in the park

   And putting your socks on is a battle royale
       ruining your morning and your remaining morale

   When two minutes in the sun sets you to sweating
       you lament that from life you’re not getting

    any roses or tulips, but instead a pair of blue lips
       from moaning and groaning at the aches in your two hips
 
    Why not cheer up, my good friend – God must really love you
       to pay you such attention, every minute he hugs you… 

     … Well, pardon me, if you will, but I’d prefer fewer hugs
           if God really loved me, He’d just pull the plug

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Kim Rodrigues August 13, 2025 at 6:57 PM la la bend and stretch, reach for the stars…uh oh back is cracking…my dad bought a tool so he can put on his socks and Monday (for the very first time) drumroll at 87 got a pedicure! Some really long to go at the end.

Bill Baker August 12, 2025 at 9:14 PM I'm with you, my friend. You know what they say, (the committee of they) the good die young. :-) In that case I've misjudged myself a bit :-) Have a good week, gw. BB

sara Etgen-Baker August 8, 2025 at 4:11 PM Oh snap! I think my hubby is in a similar situation....turning 80 brought quite a few of those 'hugs' to which you refer. He has a good attitude, though.

Joseph P. DiMino August 8, 2025 at 8:39 AM Or flush! No fun, I know:) Lol.

Rowena Velasco August 8, 2025 at 7:06 AM This really hits deep — a raw and honest look at aging and pain. The mix of humor and sorrow makes it all the more powerful. Thank you for sharing this.

Joe Maverick August 8, 2025 at 4:35 AM Welll I must add G W, don't forget snug.? Another aspect of such hugs.' As you know I'm partisan..' What can I say Eve and Adam; Sort of messed up 'hot damn. ' Yet there is Hope brother I can't deny it...Try being a joiner With a certain builder, all free today.' There is No way; you can ever buy it.'

CayCay Godwin August 7, 2025 at 10:14 PM Let it out, Baby, speak for the peps who are pass peaked and the health they leak. We have to laugh, we must, and avoid mirrors because on the inside we look the same, can't avoid body limitations though because they feel bad outside and inside. You need to rhyme your 1st couplet so it matches the rest, my thought to achieve satire perfection, reversing up and something should make that easy. Feel free to erase my suggestion, just not all of me, it might hurt. Poetry hugs ... CayCay