Curtis Moorman Poet Rhyme

Senior Moments

SENIOR MOMENTS


In our lives, there comes a time
When we find that we're past our prime
Even though we're no spring chicken
We're glad to be alive and kickin'

Maybe our hair is thin and gray
But it doesn't have to stay that way
There's Loreal and Miss Clairol
And Grecian Formula, and that's not all

We can get a toupee or maybe a wig
And look spiffy enough to dance a jig
We could all dress up in our finest clothes
And strike a dashing handsome pose

We can sit and dream of days gone by
Recalling when we were young and spry
We say with a nod, a wink, and a grin
I wish it could be that way again

But we're soon snapped back to reality
And begin to long for eternity
Realizing that God in His infinite plan
Made a provision for woman and man

So let's not dwell on bygone days
And wish again for those primitive ways
Let's thank the Lord for the here and now
And what we earned by the sweat of our brow

Then in that land beyond the sun
He can say to all of us, “well done”
We'll be ushered in and take a seat
To worship forever at Jesus' feet


	Curtis Moorman
	May 2005

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Andrea Dietrich December 19, 2017 at 10:54 PM This is really fun and the message is very positive. I know almost exactly when I started to feel strange about my looks. I was late 50's. Now at 62, I am definitely feeling changes and HATING it. Until age 55, I swear I was nearly wrinkle free and looked really young. Geeeez. It's just horrid to suddenly notice all the little things going wrong (and no money to fix it!) By the way, I like your Avatar. Curtis Moorman December 19, 2017 at 11:14 PM Thanks, Andrea for everything that you do to encourage me to keep writing. At 74 (until St. Patrick's Day 2018) I am not exactly wrinkle free but I really feel good when I am told that i don't look a day over 60. And you, dear lady, in your avatar do not look to be anywhere near 62. I see it as a great picture of a great lady.

Andrea Dietrich December 19, 2017 at 10:51 PM I did an alphabetical search of your poetry and I see no Sounds of a Rose, Curtis. Can you give me the link. While I am in the S section, let me check out this one I never saw before. Curtis Moorman December 19, 2017 at 11:16 PM In a Soup mail, I sent you the exact title of the poem but I'll include it here. It is entitled The Sounds of a Rose. That is why you were unable to find it in the S section.

Skat A July 4, 2015 at 11:53 PM Curtis, CONGRATULATIONS, on having your poem featured on the soup's home page. Enjoy the coming week. Take Care ~SKAT~