70 Age Poems | Examples
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Psalm 90:10
Man's life is 70 years
Beyond is bonus.
Lesson one:
Do what you can wile you can.
Lesson Two:
Wherever possible avoid being the one who states the obvious.
Lesson Three:
Do not give too much away for free.
Lesson Four:
Avoid getting caught throwing out leftover food at any cost, and you too
could get to be seventy.
(I learned this lesson early and this could be why I can still see both my feet).
Lesson Five:
Any more than four and others will choose to ignore all that came before.
New Year's DAY 2024
I woke up this morning to find I am now ten plus three score,
With thoughts galore,
About this being a false score,
And wondering what is in store,
Now that 70 is the new me for sure,
With a new decade I need to explore,
And no way back to the one before.
But before I finish here,
There is one more thought I am keen to share,
That I think I am happy to be here,
In such rarified air,
That few get to share,
And while I will be taking my time to explore,
In no hurry to leave, now that I am here,
If I should wake up in 2034,
With a further decade to explore,
I know I will be grateful for sure,
Especially if I find you have joined me there,
To share the view in the more rarified air,
That few get to share.
When I was 70 I wrote a poem whilst here at Gran Canaria but never posted it. So here it is at 72:-
FEELINGS
I wonder where the years have gone
As I sit here on my own
Facebook reminds me it's my birthday right
Many years older and headful of white.
Best wishes from far and wide
Flood in like the tide
Overwhelmed with the expressed love and care
From those that have taken time to share.
I take note of each reply
of friends and others I can justify.
This is not a popularity game I have in mind
My heart is open and always kind.
I suffered a few wounds of the physical and mental kind
Some may never heal in my heart and mind.
Yes, life is full of regrets and if onlys
But we must strive never to be lonely.
Love life, spread joy and always be kind
Then you will enjoy a healthy mind.
Smile and say hello to everyone??
A REFLECTION OF PASSING TIME
At age 15,
Afternoons could last a week,
Especially if nothing could be found to do,
Or if trying to endure a lecture at school.
At age 45,
Tomorrow would arrive as this afternoon just began.
Feigning illness, it seemed, was the only way
to be excused for an hour from one’s long list of To-do’s; with that
All greatly complicated by Christmas seeming to appear
twice every year.
At age 70, the truth
Is that when I ask if today is finally the Tuesday
we have plans to go out?
The answer will come that today is, in fact, Wednesday
And that that Tuesday actually passed me by last week,
leaving me to wonder, Where had I been then?
Was I to be really sure of where I was in this Now?
Hmmm…
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(c) sally young eslinger 1/24/23
5:00 a.m., Thanks be to God…
Two race cars on I-70 are gaining on my red Lincoln.
They are propelled with extra momentum as they fly past.
Swishing around me as if I am sitting still.
I am traveling 77 miles per hour.
They must be doing at least a hundred each.
I know I have matured because I do not get angry.
I do not chase them down, determined to pass them
I do not cuss or get angry.
Instead, I admire their gumption
Remembering how I used to drive, once upon a time.
Once upon a time a well-stacked, beautiful Playmate
One featured in Hefner’s magazine, which was first rate
bought herself a marvelous Hollywood estate
With future proceeds she hoped to create.
This was way back in the day, about seventy-eight.
This girl had big boobs, pretty eyes and was not overweight.
I need to clearly voice this to my readers to demonstrate
She had all the equipment to make a fine date.
She went out on sixty thousand adventures, all a first date.
She thought it was because each guy was a cheapskate.
She always ordered extra dinners to go for at least eight.
This selfishness on her part, kind of sealed her fate.
She had all the equipment, she was good-looking bait.
But on this fact the male’s mothers would usually fixate.
She is probably out for your money, they would demonstrate.
Her spending habits are totally clear, they would stipulate.
This Playmate of the Month remained single as life would dictate.
She never understood how her weirdness sealed her fate.
At age 70 she has not gained any beauty or lost any weight.
But she is still dating in hopes of finding a forever after mate.
I reserved two rooms for Saturday night
For four “girls” who graduated from high school in ‘70
One girl is in the hospital, pretty sick.
This means I will get my own room
The other two girls keep texting me.
What if this happens…
What if that happens….
What if the other thing happens….
They keep asking me what it will take for me to cancel.
I finally texted them both this
“If I die before Saturday Joe has directions to drag my body to that room.”
This seemed to squelch their questions.
You go to your local store to buy Christmas wrapping paper,
For 5 NZ Dollars you get 3 rolls of Wrapping paper,
Each roll is 70 cm X 2 Metres.
You are about to buy the Christmas wrapping paper,
When you notice 3 Dollars will give a single roll of the same wrapping paper,
The single roll is 70 cm X 5 Metres.
Don't you just Love shopping in the modern age,
Where it is hard to Gage
If two for one is cheaper than one plus one,
So, if in a hurry you come away with none.
And suddenly, 50 was here, all the music got
louder, all the drivers for younger. My hair
was on a farewell tour, visiting the sink and the
shower more than my head. The kids got older,
some didn't grow up, but they were older, and
living on their own, visiting when lives allowed.
Then 60 snuck in the back door, kids had kids and
the house was louder, the cars were smaller,
driving themselves, and I lived in a neighborhood
populated by dumped wives, all gossipy and lonely.
Their husbands gone to younger women, or to the
grave too soon, who knew, I didn't care to listen.
70 turned the corner and caught me across the
puss with a backhand when I looked in the
mirror and saw an older person looking back.
Everything got louder with my new hearing aids,
driving became harder, too much going on. I stay
home more often, alone, reading the obits to
find friends I had lost and I wonder,
who will miss ME when I go?
A little old lady I know
Had flipped her car
A while ago
She lost her left arm
She was in the hospital
For well over six months
Came home in a wheelchair
Told her she would never walk again
Just yesterday I saw her in the store
Walking around with only one arm
70 years old she is
Her Spirit told her
She has to walk again
Inspired By: Julie
I know this sounds like a soliloquy,
But why did bulldust men find me?
God made Ratlotto sardonically,
Life's booby prizes always find me,
Now 70 years old is the new young,
O God of funster fun,
Is it them or me?
Yes indeed, my soliloquy,
Is it them or doormat me?
Whinging is fun for us,
No one's listening to this fuss,
Dear God of Ratlotto's booby prizes,
Any more masculine surprises?
KANSAS CITY I 70 West
Across the miles unhampered by the scene
the majesty of space, the vacant sky,
the interstate that long ago appeared
as yellow brick that led to places where
a girl could have her way, or so it seemed,
past meadow lark and pheasant set to fly,
forever disappeared into nowhere.
Eye seventy, I'd lose you to the day,
where eighty-five was norm in sixty flat,
in hopes of leaving Toto far behind
on plains once filled with vagrant buffalo
The scanned horizon, cold, the winter's day,
as empty as the past I'd leave behind,
then Colorado climbs from Kansas dunes
and I, the dreamer, feel the urge again
remembering I never will forget,
sweet Dorothy of my dream,
though miles have put her far behind,
tonight on channel nine,
I'll hear Toto again.
© RON WILSON ARBUTHNOT
aka vee Bdosa the DoylestowN PoeT
Hey guys, finally after a long hiatus I'm back. A lot has been going on, my grandma lost her battle with colon cancer in January, and now school is almost over I graduate from high school at the end of this month and my birthday is in 70 days. I signed in yesterday to check the views on my poems and I saw that Smoking In The Boys Room has over 600 views!!!! It's the most viewed poem that I've ever posted on this site!! You guys have made my day I love you guys I really do. Oh ya I have a community on Google Plus and a group on facebook that both go by the name Poetry Instead Of Suicide so if you're interested go check it out.
Never Too Old
Louise and Martine Fokken
Have finally called it quits
No more late night rendezvous
And sharing of their “bits”
No longer young like 69
They are 70 in age
And want to find another way
To earn a decent wage
For more than 50 years these twins
Reverted to their roots
Worked and lived in Amsterdam
As private prostitutes
There’s a minimum age for doing so
Set at 21
But no limit at the higher end
“Play” as long as you’re having fun
But the tax man and arthritis
Have made the girls think twice
They’re hanging up there mattresses
And giving up that vice
I laughed when I read the story
Can’t imagine “grandma’s“do it
But since I’m only 64
I guess I could pursue it
5/6/13