Gary Smith Poet Rubai

No Escaping

In my prime I hurtled around the track
My competitors floundering at my back,
Titles and medals, many won
Accolades, a victors plaque.

Slowed down some in middle age
Wiser too, if not sage,
Aware now of worldly things,
Hormones no longer boil and rage.

Old age now comes to the fore
A time of life that I deplore,
Living now on memories
Of things that I can do no more.

Nowdays I just sit and wait
I can feel my mind stagnate,
Can't be helped it's just life
There's no escaping, 'tis but fate.

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Sam Kauffman February 23, 2020 at 8:22 PM A truly pensive reflection on every stage of life. Congratulations on your HM! Gary Smith February 24, 2020 at 4:35 AM Thank you Sam. :)

Susan Ashley February 23, 2020 at 8:13 PM What a beautifully expressed and soulful poem, Gary. You've captured the zest, wisdom and ultimately, the dismay of a long life, when outliving your capability of living a purposeful life is so depressing. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Gary Smith February 24, 2020 at 4:35 AM Thank you Susan. :)

Charlie Smith February 23, 2020 at 5:45 PM Seems as though I drink a little more wine the older I get, it never seems to quench my thirst. Maybe I'm spending more time on memories of what could have been than what could still be... Gary Smith February 23, 2020 at 5:56 PM Thank you Charlie. :)