Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

I'Ve Lost a Step Or Two

I've lost a step or two, or maybe three
   My memory isn't what is used to be

It takes me forever to get going these days
   Sometimes I forget what it is I want to say

I ask young people 'What?' again and again
   My fingers tremble slightly when I hold a pen

I can't seem to find things that are right in front of me
   I get up three or four times a night to pee

I don't look forward to happy occasions anymore
   It's frankly all I can do to keep from looking bored

They say that the 70's and 80's are the 'golden years'
   But they seem more like the unveiling of one's deepest fears

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Paul Callus December 12, 2018 at 1:31 PM Looking at reality (or part of it) from a witty angle, Gershon. I'm not quite there yet, but I am not looking forward to it! Luckily I do not have much time to think about it...too busy! Regards // paul Gershon Wolf December 12, 2018 at 8:14 PM I'm jealous! Good for you, Paul! ~ Gershon

Freddie Robinson Jr. December 11, 2018 at 5:48 PM I LOVE this poem, Gershon ... tho' to the contrary, I truly enjoy getting old. As Michael Franks so wistfully said: "Don't be blue, you ain't got far to go. You see better when you're moving slow. That's sums up how I feel about aging. Such an artistically insightful poem. Love and peace always. Gershon Wolf December 11, 2018 at 8:39 PM Thanks for the light side perspective on this one, my friend. I like what Michael Franks said. It works for me. You have absolutely made my day with this comment! Peace and joy, Gershon

Carolyn Devonshire December 11, 2018 at 6:57 AM It must by young people who christened the name "golden years," as I've yet to find any gold among the decay of mind and body. You have some very witty lines here, Gershon. You might even describe them as "golden." Hugs, Carolyn Gershon Wolf December 11, 2018 at 12:07 PM I think that perhaps 'gold' refers to the golden color of Autumn leaves---just before they fall, wither and die...So much to look forward to, eh?! Season's best, Gershon

Line Gauthier December 10, 2018 at 11:06 PM Superbly written, Gershon. Wish it wasn't so true. Gershon Wolf December 11, 2018 at 12:03 PM Thanks, Line. And, voile! I've granted your wish: Not a word of what I wrote is true. E.g., I get up 5 -6 times a night to pee. LOL. Season's best, gw

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart December 10, 2018 at 10:57 PM Cuttingly honest bleak write my friend. Potent well laid ink. Pit in my heart. xomo Gershon Wolf December 11, 2018 at 12:02 PM As long as there's no pendulum in that pit, I'm fine with it. :) gw