On Turning Fifty

He listens to The Beatles in the midst
of a generation which doesn't know Lennon
or the Bee Gees. 
His youthful neighbors always tell him to keep
up to date with current music,
but he can only grow older, not younger.
Sometimes he stands outside the balcony,
gazing at a city that has become more populated,
and more detached -
a glass of scotch is a perfect company
when he feels alone.
A birthday cake written "HAPPY 50 YEARS,"
and a packet of liquor chocolates
wait for him on a round glass table;
he tries to remember when was the last time
he could tell his soul that he was really happy..... 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 4/12/2017 7:53:00 AM
I really like the tone of your poem, Teddy, perhaps because it goes beyond 50, it seems to deal with the reality of growing old alone :) Amitiés
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 4/18/2017 7:57:00 AM
Hehehe. You're very correct with your observation, Anne!! Yes, it's all about the complexities that might arise with aging..... Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my verse!!! ;-)
Date: 4/12/2017 7:53:00 AM
Aww this is so sad Teddy it must be awful to feel so low you can't remember happier days:-( hugs Jan xx
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 4/18/2017 7:54:00 AM
Well, I have written it on someone else's perspective.... Lol, I'm cool Jan!!! ;-)
Date: 4/12/2017 7:36:00 AM
Melancholy is like purgatory, not quite heaven nor hell but its not a place you want to be. A sad poem Teddy, I can feel the angst through your self-aware words. Great job and good luck in the contest.
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 4/18/2017 7:51:00 AM
Lolest, most of our lives feel like purgatories..... Thanks Phil, for reading and enjoying my work!!! ;-)