Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Venting

I once was young
And now I'm not.
That knowledge gets
To me a lot.

My hair is thin,
My skin is lined
And if you ask,
Of course I mind!

My knee hurts when
I walk the stairs.
Complaining's useless - 
No one cares.

Forgive my mood - 
It's evident
That there are times
One needs to vent.

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Jean Murray December 3, 2016 at 12:26 PM I'm with you Ilene. It's one of the good things about getting older, being able to vent.

Daniel Turner December 2, 2016 at 7:09 PM Let it out Mrs Ilene. Lol I have a few I can add:)

Christy Stover December 2, 2016 at 1:23 PM Wonderful poem. Everyone needs to vent sometimes. The trouble starts when we try to hold everything in.

Maurice Rigoler December 2, 2016 at 1:21 PM Welcome to the club! Love the short lines in this poem, it read fast and makes the point just as fast. Brought up French I was weaned, so-to-speak, on all those disgusting viscera most Americans hate. And, yes, I occasionally will have a hot dog. After all, I'm not a snob. / M