Best Elderliness Poems

The Right Gift. 
When he was fifteen, a man, he had packed his bag
ready to join the merchant navy. His mother had two
parcels in her hands asked him to choose one and 
not open it before he got old. 
 Since he liked to travel...

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Skin cancer and Ayn Rand 

So another sunny day is sinking into the sea I sat in the sun 
for a while but it got too hot I do not understand people who 
sit for hours in the sun, hot and painful just to get...

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Ancient Hamlet

Houses around me are emptying, the old reaching 
the age of dying, are passing away.  A timeworn man 
went missing on Monday he was found miles away 
by the police who drove him back home, he had tried 
to flee didn’t know where...

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Chemist Shop 
At the entrance of the pharmacy a dead sparrow,
no one seemed to notice this tiny death.
The bird just lied there with folded wings and eyes
suitable closed, ready to be put in a coffin.
I told a shop assistant about it, she swept the bird
with...

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The Wait
The wave of sleep washed my up on the bleak shore of the awake
half remembered dreams vanished and left behind a blank canvas.
I was alone with the grey mass of viscosity framed by boredom.
and I had no whisky or cigarettes to hide behind in...

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My Phizog
Strange what one remembers?
after looking through Playboy magazine and skipping
the dreary articles written by it founder
I came across this quote: “every man over forty is 
reponsable for his own face.”
at the time when reading it I was thirty and was not 
unduly worried, but...

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My Phizog
Strange what one remembers?
after looking through Playboy magazine and skipping
the dreary articles written by it founder
I came across this quote: “every man over forty is 
reponsable for his own face.”
at the time when reading it I was thirty and was not 
unduly worried, but...

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To love the self 
My neighbour has four small dogs in the night if they hear 
a cat they bark to protect their owner warning the unseen 
enemy to stay away. The dim dogs know what they are,
for me, it is a struggle to know...

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Old men and red wine (Portugal)

In the bodega old men drink red wine (never white)
They are proud of their elderliness and solves 
The worlds many problems; something about keeping 
your head down and work hard. 

Then as shadows fall and night approaches, they go 
home...

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The old sea-gull

The old one-legged sea-gull
sat on my roof near the chimney
if felt the cold, scanning the sky.
Once it had been the captain on the outer reef
and fought many a battle to sit on his crown
Someone took a shot at it, and it lost a...

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Passing misgivings
 There are moments in once elderliness when
the flowers of the mind, the silver of remembrance 
is but a cracked black  & white film.
 Old age and wishes blend into a golden patina of
illusion, disappointment  seeps in melancholy 
lower the tired head...

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The number of years, the length of life is meaningless,
   the days, months, years on earth, our decline;
all the stages and chapters of our life to elderliness,
   merely stepping stones to the here and now.
      ...

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Nostalgia 
The heat is unusual even the olive grove 
looks tired, old trees gasping waiting for 
sundown. Yet the evening is still hot and 
no breeze soothes tired leaves. 
Every august I tell myself that next year 
I´ll go to Norway to cool down. But...

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Appreciative
  
Six o`clock 
In the morning
Is the best time
To get up when it is summer
Stay on the terrace
Inhale the air
Before it gets hot
Make a coffee
Just being alive
Elderliness is to be grateful
For little things...

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A lady’s dilemma  

Her mind and body are restless
she is in her late-middle-age 
a difficult time for a woman.
Her long relationship with a well-off man
has made her economically safe
but she is bored
thinks there has to be some more
before she loses her looks 
and disappears...

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