Two Thousand Eighteen
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I originally wrote this poem and posted it December 29, 2014. Then the title was, of course,
Two Thousand Fifteen. I have changed the title and edited a few things to make it flow better. Otherwise it remains essentially the same; for which I am very grateful. Hope you enjoy it for the second time. The last stanza is new for this rewrite.
Two Thousand Eighteen
By Franklin Price
12/29/2017
Two thousand eighteen's coming
There's nothing we can do.
I could swear that only last year,
It was just two thousand two.
I should not be swearing,
It will make you older still.
Quit ranting you old codger
And take your morning pill !
Now I'm talking to myself,
Telling me just what to do,
Guess I had better do it,
I am the one to listen to.
The years pass by, who's counting?
It would not do any good.
What I like most about it,
I'm feeling younger than I should.
Last year was only eighteen,
Graduating from high school.
Or maybe I was I fifty,
Time will play you for the fool.
Been ten years since retired,
Expect to live for many more
Won't even be an octo
In two thousand twenty four
You may think me silly
And my thinking not quite clear
But I know enough to wish you
A most wonderful New Year
May you have good health and happiness
Good fortune and good friends
And regularity, with self control,
So you don't have to wear Depends
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2017
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