John Lawless Poet Rhyme

Forks and Shoelaces

Old age has changed the nature of my chores
replacing doorstops – holding open doors
or when the joy of shopping slowly flags
I stand with other men – just holding bags

We dine – I weigh the cost of cold French fries
and order well done burgers – children’s size
for something’s gone awry within the loop
that schedules when and where I’ll have to poop.

It seems I live a life somehow gone placid
along with once taut muscles now gone flaccid 
Yet still I fight the battle – break the rules
for still I feed myself – tie my own shoes.

So if you’re young and strutting through your prime
please, take a hint and cherish all such time
while your on the quest for more and more
take heed for age has a trap door.


John G. Lawless
©10/15/2019

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Demetrios Trifiatis November 27, 2019 at 8:38 AM A young man may find it entertaining but an old one will see the wisdom between the lines dear, John! Believe me, age has taught me the lessons!

Chris Green November 25, 2019 at 11:35 AM This was funny, though I know what you mean so maybe not that funny. : ) Nicely done my friend.

Na Na November 25, 2019 at 10:16 AM Hi John. This was good. and its very true. Thanks for sharing John Lawless November 25, 2019 at 2:57 PM just having some fun at my own expense for a change.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart November 25, 2019 at 8:56 AM I giggled the whole way through, thank you. A fave. xomo! John Lawless November 25, 2019 at 2:56 PM Oh yeah.....laugh at the travails of those staving off the onslaught of being put out to pasture.....