John Loving Iii Poet Free verse

The New Cool

Next month I'll be fifty
What rhymes with fifty?
Sixty

Ten years to make fifty
the new thirty
Get down and dirty
Like Stallone and Willis
Maybe buy a few guns

"Yeah we bad."

"How we gonna hit em Sly?"
"I don't wanna DIE HARD!"
"No John Wayne Gacy for me."
Try to breeth like Jack Nickelson

I can feel it allready
An unimaginable ammount
Of cool being showered
Down on me

All I have to do is
Keep my mouth shut

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Sara Kendrick May 5, 2013 at 6:34 AM Yes, keeping my mouth shut would be the only way I would be cool..Great one John..I do remember JW..They say if you live to be fifty that you most likely will live to be sixty..What are your goals for the next ten years?..I made it to sixty and guess what I am almost to seventy..Thanks for stopping by..Your comments are appreciated..Sara

Debbie Duncan April 20, 2013 at 6:24 PM Like the way you did this john, I'm 57 , I thought at 16, when you hit 30 time to die, cuz that was "way" too old. Hey thanks 4 reading concrete angels, was watching shiners children hospital, thinking how rude/ degrading for them. I also think they come down to make us show empathy;}

Delysia Hendricks April 15, 2013 at 5:40 PM hahaha. 50 is not so bad once you're there. I'm trying my utmost to push back 60 but it's coming for me - fast. Nice write, John. :)

Painted Hunter April 9, 2013 at 6:34 AM Haha...good luck with that! Enjoyed this..

Elizabeth Wesley April 1, 2013 at 5:43 AM Well, being fifty is also nifty. It's a sign we've been through the storm and picked up a bit of wisdom along the way. Really a neat one John,, it also reminds me of how much I don't know! Luv, Lizzie

Phyllis Babcock March 31, 2013 at 11:29 AM Happy Easter John. May your day be wonderful. Yes, the years seem to drift by quickly. I want to stop counting them. lol love phyl

K K Iloduba Jnr March 27, 2013 at 8:44 AM Musical.smooth and gracious.

Donna Jones March 8, 2013 at 9:54 PM Well at 53 I relate...it goes twice as fast. After fifty!!! Cute poem