Daver Austin Poet Tanka

Inventory

INVENTORY

Are you

growing old with grace?
this would seem to be ideal
among the ancient –
living style with wide appeal,
mental powers all in place

Well

take inventory.
how about deformity,
forgetfulness,
pain, its enormity?
broken down, is that the story?

Is there

a need for escape –
glory in the childhood years,
the times of fun and games
to soften your present fears?
inventory taking shape?
Do you have

loss of direction,
occasional drooling,
and prone to heartburn,
with constant trouble stooling,
burning need for correction?

Do these bother you -

rising cost of gas,
children making loud noises,
just any rock band,
people with piercing voices,
on the highway getting passed?

Are you

growing old with grace,
ancient brought up to present,
keeping up with times,
no struggle to be pleasant,
or old, trying to keep pace.


WELL

let me tell you this,
few there are so endowed
among the ancient
as to prosper in the crowd
with perfect health, life of bliss

SO

crack open a smile
share aches and pains with the crowd
let out your anger
in company, good and loud
let misery be your style

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Kathryn Collins February 24, 2014 at 8:37 AM Hey - You talkin to me? My granddaughter's name is Grace and in that sense, I am growing old with grace. Love your style, my sweet. love, Kathy

Michelle Mac Donald February 16, 2014 at 12:45 PM Oie, I don't think that misery has ever been so much your style, Daver. I read a word yesterday, made me think of you...'ailurophilia'.:)) Then I'd looked up, "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" this was written by T.S. Eliot. It's about feline psychology and sociology, Have you read this Daver? Sunny but chilly...the air feels sharp and clean. Keep well Daver! love, Mikki

Chuck Melugin February 15, 2014 at 9:23 AM I'm taking inventory also and an old (heart) (did I misspell that) ,named Daver, is present, in my favorite poetic fellows catalog. You rock, Daver! 7+ and faved, My best, chuck

Poet Destroyer A February 14, 2014 at 1:39 PM Hola My good friend Daver, I know you miss me because I sure miss the h3!! Out of you... I don't like misery, however, what is life without inventory. How about taking from that grace, trying to keep it all in tacked. What a riot, and cracked smile... Enjoyed the flow. Happy Valentines Day... Linda

Andrea Dietrich February 11, 2014 at 11:11 PM glad to see you got this posted over here, my friend. You are the poster boy for the seniors! I am making my way up that creaky ladder too. Here I come!!!

Joe Maverick February 11, 2014 at 11:04 AM soup mail..'

Donna Jones February 10, 2014 at 8:00 PM Hey Daver.....well I like to think I'm growing old gracefully.....:-) :-) ...still laugh out loud...and wear my rubber boots to Walmart.....making other people smile..:-) :-) love your poem.....

Joe Maverick February 10, 2014 at 4:10 PM w o w...this is not only misrable Daver Its all of that and far beyond..' if I didn't know better, I'd say this was written by those desecrators of innocent writes even..' or maybe it was..sort of by proxy. as it is..! oh I give up..' anyway you did well, despite the old xxxxx's