Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Wrinkles and Tinkles

One has wrinkles, but so does the other
  and they both are a whole lot of bother
They can't control when or where they pee
  To get around, they crawl on their knees

Yet a helpless baby everyone loves
  An incontinent old man nobody does
Perhaps it's because the baby's so cute
  even when decked out in his birthday suit

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M. L. Kiser October 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Haha, coming full circle.

Sigrid Ermine October 24, 2020 at 1:44 PM ... Cyclic life!.... I like this observation, Gershon.... Making a note of 'loves' and 'does' - the elusive love rhyme, aside from 'above'. Your quill as absolutely always is on fire, scribing.! Gershon Wolf October 25, 2020 at 5:52 PM Thanks for the enthusiasm, Sigrid! :) gw

Caren Krutsinger October 23, 2020 at 4:14 PM I am picturing this old incontinent man running around wildly in his birthday suit, and I laugh. Gershon Wolf October 25, 2020 at 5:52 PM You laugh, I cry at this picture.

Michelle Faulkner October 23, 2020 at 11:48 AM So many similarities - but you don't want to see the old guy in his birthday suit! Gershon Wolf October 23, 2020 at 12:30 PM I was just thinking that I hadn't seen your avatar in a bit, and Voila! Here you are. Thank you so much for the cute comment, Michelle. Hope it's a Happy Friday for you! :) gw

Emilia James October 23, 2020 at 10:54 AM lol made me smile this, never thought of it in this way, but with age we do seem to revert back to an old version of our baby self, great title too, Emilia : ) Gershon Wolf October 23, 2020 at 11:09 AM Yes, exactly. It's like a flower unfolding to the sun and then refolding its petals at the end of the day... Thank you for your insightful comment, Emilia. Hope and Happiness, Gershon

Pam Deremer October 22, 2020 at 8:41 PM Thank you for sharing. There is a lot of truth in your poem. Gershon Wolf October 23, 2020 at 10:52 AM Thanks, Pam. I try not to tell any stretchers, as Mark Twain used to call them. Happiness and Joy, Gershon