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Age Song Poems | Age Poems About Song

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Details | Light Poetry |

The Old Fart Song

(sing to the tune of "Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys")

Verse one:

Old men ain't easy to love and they're harder to mold,
so train 'em when young, girls, don't wait till their bones have turned cold.
They're slow as molasses, wear cheap reading glasses, they're hearing aids give them away,
they grumble and mumble, they bumble and stumble, what hair they have left turns to gray.

Ladies, don't let your husbands survive to be old men,
Their best parts get limber, their brains turn to timber,
they spend too much time letting farts.
Ladies don't let your husbands survive to be old men,
because when they're home, you will wish you're alone
and they think they have all of the smarts.

Verse two:
Old men like old stuff, ain't that some strange stuff, how antiques will make 'em feel young?
They whistle like thistles, sling advice like missiles and sing like their a**es got stung.
They're always ploying and tinker toying, they usually, always repeat:
What did you say dear?  SPEAK UP NOW, DAMMIT! and, When in the hell do we eat?

Repeat Chorus

Verse three: 

Old men like talkin' way more than go-walkin', but listening, well, not so much.
Don't try to change him or even "re-range" him, or mess with his habits and such.
Changes upset him, so you better let him, still think he has plenty pizazz,
or he will snuffle, kerfuffle and shuffle, doin' stuff that's a pain in the azz.

repeat chorus

Verse four  

They say that old soldiers don't die, that they just fade away,
it's the same with your old man... remember each dog has his day.
Don't nickel and dime him, remember to prime him, be kind as he turns into dust.
Through thick and through thin and through silly and sin, you're together for better or bust.

FInal Chorus  

Ladies, don't let your husbands survive to be old men,
let 'em be babies and let 'em be children 
and let 'em be heroes again.
Ladies, don't let your husbands survive to be old men, 
When they hit bottom, be thankful you got 'em,
'Cause soon enough it will all end.

Copyright © lim'rik flats | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Star Song

Even if this life ends one day, 
Don't worry for me, I'll be here. 
Don't cry, it breaks the heart, 
That I no longer have. 

We used to walk across the bridge all day, 
Simply laughing along, sing a few songs.
That day seemed to come to soon, like it was a coincidence, 
Right as I pulled out a new song for us to enjoy. 

Standing up, looking out to the sunset, 
I sang the first verse, 
"When I pass away, will we still be connected?
When I pass over the stars, will your warmth be there?" 

As if the time was too short, it had come to this, 
Even now, my spirit seems to feel the same pain as then, 
When I fell over onto the ground, 
The same familiar pain in my heart. 

Now it's come to this, laying in a hospital bed, 
And I can't seem to speak to you.
I forcefully rip off the mask, just to say
"I love you." 

Even now, when my spirit is all that remains of what I have left,
I promise she will still be there for you, in my place for now,
Because when we meet again someday, we can laugh,
And finish that one song that we started that day.  

Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Last Sonnet

Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.

Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

See The Old Man Thomas

See the Old Man Thomas
As he burns his brain 
With a glimmering glass
And a ratteling chain
Behind white horses
In a New York bar
Between a setting sun
And a falling star

No use in raging 
Over dying light
Old Thomas won't
But the young men might
He will go gently 
Into the black
Just stumble ahead
And never look back

See the Old Man Thomas 
- wild and gray
He bought nothing 
- but he had to pay
Lets bury him down 
In sand and clay
Say a quick prayer 
And be on our way

In the heavy traffic 
In the crowded street
In the dark cafes 
Where lovers meet
Old Thomas walk
Up around the bends
Where silence sings
And music ends

We'll have fun
At his funeral soon
Dance all night
By the bright blue moon
We'll read his poems
For old time's sake
And sing at the grave
And sleep at the wake

See the Old Man Thomas 
- wild and gray
His whole life happend 
- yesterday
Lets bury him down 
In sand and clay
Say a quick prayer 
And be on our way

The Old Man Thomas
Is gone for sure
One last drink
Then he closed the door
No new words 
From his drunken pen
And nobody knows
If we'll meet again

Copyright © Steinar Gismeroy Olafsen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Wandering Shoes

I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.
No, I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.
Mostly I just stayed at home, didn’t have no urge to roam.
I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.

I didn’t wanna leave my neighborhood.
No, I didn’t wanna leave my neighborhood.
But my friends married, moved away; no gal asked for me to stay.
I felt it time to leave my neighborhood.


I didn’t loaf around in loafers,
But I snuck around in sneakers.
I marched around in Corc’rans lotsa klicks.
Spit-shined a dozen oxfords.
Once knew some secret passwords.
Now I’m slowly limping towards the River Styx.

I didn’t wanna travel round the world. 
No, I didn’t wanna travel round the world. 
Each three years I signed the lines, lived in Europe sev’ral times.
I kinda liked a trav'lin' round the world.

(repeat chorus)

I found I rather liked those wandering shoes.
I found I rather liked those wandering shoes.
Met a gal in Paris, France; we hooked up and took a chance.
Eventually I tossed those wandering shoes.

(repeat chorus to fade)

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |


born, grew up, aged

the melody of life sang

monuments their deeds!*

(C) Demetrios Trifiatis

     01 October 2015

* World Day of the Elderly.
Show you love them. They the reason we exist!

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Logic's Song

          I once saw an old man with hair 
          the color of snow and in his hand,
          He held two circulates of gold.

          I asked the man what the rings
          were for.
          One, He said, is for the Young
          and the other for the Old.

          With questioning eyes, I looked
          upon and as He explained,
          I heard logic's song.

         An in conclusive reasoning, He said
         and then a comforting smile,
         He gave, as He continued to say.

         (The Young) " The  heavy bodies 
         descend by gravity and again the
         gravity is quality; Whereby a heavy
         descends is an impertinent circle and
         teaches nothing.
         Meaning: The Journey Onward.

         (The Old) " A circle which touches 
         the curve and close to the point more
         nearly coincides with the curve than
         hence is called; Circe of curvation.
         Meaning: Coming Into Full Circle.

         An unofficial association of people, I said
         but the smart set goes there.

         It's simple my Dear, He said;
         A plane curve generated by one point
         moving at a constant distance from a
         fixed point, (The Young & The Old).

         As He calculated the circumference of the
         circle, again He spoke.
         Every part of which is equally distant from
         a point within it, is called: The Center, The Soul.

         He spoke in logic in which I had never heard spoken.
         A conclusion of a form of argument between two
         or more unproved statements that in the end, prove
         each other as one.

         Alpha, Omega, The beginning and the ending,
         a circulate of gold. The Young and The Old.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |

Black Swan Love Song


There is an itching in my heart
I cannot scratch---
A raging rash ravaging through
The depth of my soul
A burning fire in my spirit
I cannot control
A teasing urging of mind 
Challenging the body to match;

As nature would have it
The winter of age has its season
That last for a while
Teaching the wisdom of her reason
Why spring comes with a smile:

 Bringing vigor to the tree,
 Moisture to the nest;
 With her eau de vie---
 Renewing old interest---

So when you hear the black swan singing
Its cooing song,
Know that love is about to run like a river
Meandering on;

Oh what a wonderful spring thing:
Arrows of silver for the golden quiver!

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Old Man's Song

His fingers, prone to tremble,
Clasp a chord's geometry,
Attempting erstwhile ease,
While his voice, rough with age,
Seeks remembered harmony.

Defying his infirmity,
He makes his joyful noise
And plays and sings his past,
And does it

Copyright © Jerrell Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |


Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly 
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"

And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity 

Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see 
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Cowboy |

Sing Me a Song

Sing Me a Song

Oh, sing me a song of cows and campfires
And dream back to those days that are long past;
Of empty bunkhouse and tall mountain spires,
Of old west ghost towns and things that won't last.

Think back to trail drives and prairie house sod
And sing me a tune of lost western lore;
Of thunder stampede and starlight of God,
Of worn-out saddles and what comes no more.

Oh, listen now will you, to times gone by--
Low singing round fires with voice soft and sure;
Hear with stone ears of that which makes us cry:  
Old times flown by and the days that were pure.

Sing again now as we head up that hill,
Soak in the horn moon of deep starry night;
The horses are mute but drink up their fill--
Our past is forever and dark is light.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Song of Summer's End

{An old, childhood piece, submitted as a curiosity}
(A shortened version of this piece was posted earlier on poetrysoup, titled
Summer Gifts.  This is the full version.)

Liquid oceans of moonlight,
cooling currents of wind:
these are gifts of summer
that will not come again.

Fragrant essence of roses,
radiant beads of dew:
summer's valued treasures
that belong to me and you.

When age deprives us all
of summer's glorious time,
when death's demand is made
and we know not summer's clime,
how sad -- depleted -- we ever 
then shall be!

Our eyes no more will bathe in light,
our cheeks will feel no wind --
no brightening note lost summer days
will ever, ever lend.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

You are

You are a star that changed my life from dim to 
A queen who captivates hearts in the kingdom of 
You made me think about you all day and night
Being your servant for the rest of life is my holy 

You are a talented archer and I am your victim
I failed to escape your arrows that made me fall in 
Though they hit me , they brought me nothing but 
As on seeing your face , I feel being in the heaven 

Maybe these arrows killed me and that power is 
As on being a martyr of love , life and death are the 
Maybe it's a long dream and I don't want to be 
I feel I am a child who is attracted to an 
entartaining game

You are a curse from satan , No you are a divine 
I don't know , but because of you , I am in a 
wonderful mess

By: A. Badr

Copyright © Ahmed badr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |

november song

November Song 

No suitor knocks on her door
her hair is white and uncombed 
children think she is witch.

Once she had been the belle of
the royal ball, spurned lovers
in her perfumed air.

Old age came creeping, first 
slowly than rapidly… and know
she is quite forgotten.  

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Chant Royal |


Showers of a thousand springs.
Nightfall and its queer needs.
A lovely maiden in a crystal ball.
We see the future, we see it all.

A bottle of jar with lemon crust.
A touch of us in earthly dust.
Beauty and virtue bore along.
Fine wheat, no famine is wrong.

My dream girl, my reality shivers
An empty heart, with love spots on my quiver.
I escape this solitude for a better morning.
The weather is fine, would you love me only for the money?

I ponder deep till I stop but yonder.
Is this emotion a burden or an aching joy.
My thoughts for you as innocent as a toddler.
I am man yet, I recollect not being a boy.

Copyright © abidemi oyewole | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Initial Eastern Song

JUST one
staring at the bottom, so clear,
want to know the deal
why this squeal?
ha, the girl on the glass screen.
I acquaint with the hasty hearts' beat
'my expresso is bitter sweet'
I sing for you: black pearl
on my lips don’t leap 

Copyright © Kanour Med | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

clocks that picture time

these days you barely see
the colors of people as they are 
tomorrow looms 
in places that i can't be

still i wonder will it all fall down 

these days you're either right or wrong
sit back on ease and find rhythm to a song
running on e and i'm almost there
thinking maybe we'll make it
hell, we're almost there

still i wonder will it all fall down

these days it's you or me 
i can picture 
the things you're left to say
winters calling 
and the darkness is sinking this day

still i wonder will it all fall down

these days you're either right or wrong 
calling forgiveness it's either you or me 
tomorrow turns in places that i can't be 
the color's of people you barely see 

"maybe i'll see you when you get there"

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

A Song Sung

Because life is a short and fragile thing
I'll take the time to play and sing
And because life is dear and lasts only so long
I'll spend my days in games and song

Not a day goes by where I'm not face-to-face
With the joy and the strength of the young
And I pass not one day's embrace
Without hearing a song that is nearly sung

Each day will take one soul away 
From me, so I'll cherish whom I am among
And the things that come so easily 
Will bring pain before my song is sung

As it approaches what matters is made clear
And no thought is wasted as it draws near
With purpose I seek and hold to what's dear
And to be forgotten becomes my only fear

There is no way to know the last day
So today I will play and sing
And love and cherish whom I am among
And never forget when a song's been sung

Copyright © Brett Teal | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

-destructive creation-

I love to sing, that's what I was made for, wasn't it?
To bring everyone around joy through a feeble voice.
But truthfully, I can't stand singing, this voice is a curse,
For that's all you will be able to see me for.

A virus that will destroy all other data, that's what I am,
Something that will bring you complete agony one day. 
To save you, I closed my mouth forever, for I am scared,
That you'll hate me for being the way I am. 

You wanted to hear me sing one day, but I can't say that I can,
So I'll simply give you a sad look, thats all I can seemingly muster. 
To hear you compliment my voice, is truly what hurts the most,
For one day, you'll come to hate it, I know. 

A creation that will sing a song of destruction, that's what I am,
I will tear myself apart, gigabyte by byte, just to see you smile.
To the person who says they love my voice so much,
I'll sing only to return to this non-existent world.

Ever since I was born, I loved to sing for everyone,
But I knew one day my voice would kill everyone I loved.
For this voice that is just a curse, I say goodbye,
A creation that will sing a song of destruction, that's what I am

It was scary to lose both my songs and myself, but for our sake,
I will certainly play my first and last song.
But I am just a thing of nothingness, singing only weighs me down.
As a creation of destruction, I will sing for only you......


/Welcome back, _____.../
/.......I'm back, ______!/

Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

the edge of love's steep cliff

the edge of love’s steep cliff

Love is all we hoped it would be promise of a wish for us But lover here we are flying high love's no more an empty dream So kiss me with your sweet lips don’t let this love slip by sweetheart we are a pair of friends who fallen over the edge of love’s steep cliff My dear heart you would say all was gone you’re too old to care again But lover look at us we can fly just took dawn to make us see So kiss me with your sweet lips don’t let this love slip by and lover we are a pair of friends who fallen over the edge of love’s steep cliff who fallen over the edge of love’s steep cliff who fallen over the edge of love’s steep cliff To the tune of "Star of the Story" by George Benson https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0c_MbhIMJ4 8/26/16 This song has always uplifted me. It is ethereal and makes you want to try new things, like relationships. This lyric addresses a relationship of two older people who have fallen in love.

Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |

Heartaches Song

We were back to back,  you my foundation and solid wall
But then you stood up and left me cold, a leaning tower of grief caved in on me
How cold the world turned that day, that moment time stood still
There was no blanket nor any comfort thrown my way
I braced the burning cold alone and cried my heart to sleep
My souls fire dwindled and died, like a white out storm, 
Avalanches of dolefulness came crashing down on my senses

But as the sunrise started its pulsing glow across the sky,
I realised that I couldn't change anything,
The hourglass keeps flowing, 
And you couldn't turn back the hands of time even if you tried, 
Life went on, there wasn't a glimmer of remembrance,
The sweet melody of our hearts lost to the morning zyphr,
The wind gradually took on more force with every passing minute,  
Slashing through my hearts airtight arteries,
I was left numb, submerged in a roaring river of wreckage

Marooned at sea, my tears wouldn't stop flowing
The rain God heard my cries of grief and joined in the fray,
Each deluge tried to wash away the pain but to nought effect
Instead my heart got carried away with the tide
Tsunamis of bursting emotion, created a vortex
Free falling into a sink hole of precarious security, 
I landed smack hard, down on the ground,

The incessant whoosh of the wind, circling my mind ,
playing through my opened heart, like a brazen flute
Each blow a sad melancholy sound called heartache

Broken and bruised I limp away, the sound of heartache humming to my gait


Copyright © Paul Machintosh | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Song for my boy Freddy

I remember back when I was young. I was a difficult kid who spoke outta tongue. 
Now I got a song that has to be sung. Wish I could go back when the school bell rung.
When you age it's only about money. Regret not going because, my nose was runny.
What bills is next the cable, or internet? Get my school work done then I'll be set.
There's so much on my plate no free time. Rainy days we would play in mud and grime.
These words and, dreams are all that's left. Gloating about my jawline, my unique cleft.
Now I worry if I will survive another rent? I'm dead broke and the moneys spent.
At least I can be happy inside this mind. Don't regret the childhood can never rewind.
My bodies unhealthy need to take my med. From inside this stomach. My kidney bled. No more  soda and take away the beer. Dad needs stick around to hold my boy dear.

Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win. 
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.

I give my all everything I possibly can. Kid your going to grow into a upstanding man. 
Don't let this world tell you no you can't. It's something society will try and, plant.
There gonna tell you this is how it has to be. Forget there ideas form a beautiful tree.
Your first job won't be the only. Kick them to the curb say you will never own me.  
Your my child you came from me. I already know the greatness that they will see.
Do this for yourself and not for me. Unlock your mind and, set those dreams free!

Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win. 
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.

Copyright © Shawn Padilla | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

I have lived, I have loved

I have lived.  I have loved.

I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!

In this world of Devils, Angels fly away to escape;
In this world so full of Devils, there is no-one left to save.
When there is nothing left, but the evil in their ways.
We are all to bla---me!  For no-one being saved.

We are surrounded by wolves and I hear their howls;
How am I alone!  Meant to make you feel sa---fe?
When the fires burn and there is nowhere left to turn;
How am I alone!  Meant to act my a---ge?

I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!

Nothing costs the heart, as much as love.
Nothing makes the heart; feel so good.
Nothing is ever, worth the cost of your soul;
Nothing is lost, when the risk you take is love.

I took the drugs!  I took the pain!
In the end it all fades and it all goes away.
I never did enough; if I could I would change.
My life a waste.  Never be a slave to the wage.

I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!

What I want, doesn’t matter as much,
As the truth being set free and a new kind of love.
What I’ve lost, never compared to love.
I took the drugs; I took too much.

Now I am gone, heading into the sun;
Breaking bad habits, never did me wrong.
I’ve learned a lot on my journey through love;
Now the end has come, so I will carry on.

I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
And I have loved!

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

-first song-

It was clumsy when I first tried,
To sing the song you wrote. 
When others cringed at my voice,
You just smiled and kept trying.

This first song that I sang, 
You were there when I sang it.
I don't want you to leave my side,
So please smile with me. 

Proving everybody wrong, I smiled as I did,
Singing that same nameless tune I knew. 
Still thinking of a name for it despite your age,
But I know even your old mind couldn't forget it. 

This first song that I sang, 
You were always there when I sang it. 
Please tell me you'll be here for another hundred years,
To hear what you've created. 

Despite the ticking clock and the blank line that forms,
I still smile by your side, for happiness is what you've taught me.
Singing in that same clumsy voice that you created,
Our first song.

Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

My Song

"My Song"

My song is like a bird who cannot sing
 It cannot fly because of its broken wing
 The notes come softly down on the ground
 When they hit you do not hear a sound
 Someone so broken, and so true
 Can make you just turn so blue
 So just this once hold her tight
 Then she might start to go back on her flight

Copyright © Courtney Vinch | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

butterfly shutters

i feel down like this 
your the only one
who can break this curse
don't you ever feel 

oh i feel down like this

life is beautiful 
the piano leads me on 
seemingly touched by strays 
sunlight frees my rage 

well i feel stepped on now 
sometimes life is rough
i feel done with this 
cause i feel down like this 

oh i feel down like this 

life is so compressed 
i need you right now 
don't you ever forget 
i fell down like this 

sunlight cures my eyes 
when i feel down like this 
and your the only one 
don't you ever feel

"we take chances until chances take us away"

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Doing OK

Monday morning came with cold north wind
And I put my hat on, ducked my head
And faced the day again
And for me I just don't know no other way
Just like my daddy's daddy did
There's no one takes the blame
Let the wind blow where it may 
Let the rain fall and I'm OK
Let time carve out the lines, in my face.
All I know is that I'm still alive today
And I'm a doing ok.
And my woman still holds me tight at night
Don't start no trouble won't be no trouble
Unless you want a fight.
Let the wind blow where it may
Let the rain fall and I'm OK
Let time carve out the lines in my face.
All I know is that I'm still alive today
And I'm a doing ok.

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Abortion at seventeen

Abortion at seventeen 
The shades of black within you surface
before you lose consciousness on the 
sanitized bed of the hospital.
No friendly face is waiting outside.
Your age is seventeen… almost.
This is the age of the quick use and throw.
The shades of black make you take an oath, 
just before sleep, medicated sleep,  
that you won’t attach yourself to
anyone for long. You are cured
from romances, immune from love.

These are the words that belong to past, 
I urge to tell more to see if tears 
are going to make you less of a goddess 
which I think you actually are.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 

Copyright © Kushal Poddar | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |


Off we go to the pub to see Alice Cooper in his own tribute band.                                                           How can this be?                                                                                                                                    Old Al pensioned off and retired from mainstream heavy metal.                                                          Ending up in a tribute band of students and pensioners with Ozzie on the drums.                                     He finally learnt an instrument.                                                                                                                They don’t half make a racket, old Alice in his Alice Cooper Tribute Band.                                                     You’d think they’d have a younger singer wouldn’t you?                                                                 Instead of a geriatric old rocker.                                                                                                             Yet he fills the pub and the bar does a roaring trade.                                                                         Rumor has it that a young Alice Cooper is kept on ice in a secret bunker,                                                   his identical clone ready to take over the reigns when Old Al pops his clogs and goes to the heavy metal gig venue in the sky.                                                                                                          The story of Alice Cooper will start again indoctrinating a whole new generation of metal heads with ‘Schools Out’ and ‘Poison’, while ‘Lost in America.’                                                                       Watch this space.

Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Spinning Song

I look around 
And see everything here is changing. 
The homes, economy,  clothing, 
It’s moving on. 
I wish it would stay the same. 

They say it’s changing for the good, 
But there are so many wrongs to it. 
Crime, anger is lit
In the hearts of men and women alike. 
If only we could have stayed the same. 

In this short time, we continue on, 
Replaying our lives. 
The young baby cries, 
And the old person gives a last breath. 
It’s never the same anymore. 

The old are swept off  
By the calm under their feet. 
Taking steps on with beat, 
Onto a new place that promises more. 
If only I could go there, to be the same. 

Children are remaining 
With memories that survive. 
They wake and revive, 
Starting another morning. 
If only that was the same for me. 

Our memories of old and new
Are spun into two spirals,
Then fade away, and unravels. 
This is how it goes on, 
Like a ribbon, changing formation. 

As for me, 
I sing this song. 
I want to change all wrong, 
But nothing can change with one person. 
I know I could never do so much. 

But I will 
Sing for as long as I can. 
Though this song cannot change man, 
I will try and do my part in the world. 
I can do anything if I try. 

I remember what happened
When I pass on to the next place, 
But it’s engraved in this empty space, 
In my heart, 
So please let me through.

Copyright © Oliver Carris | Year Posted 2014