Best Second Childhood Poems

Hold the trod, limit the space
The offspring's of Tuareg Cowhead cut my heels
The breaks on the hind been slammed
I break to a halt, he breaks to a sprint
Wagere, if you skip by the race
Render it bare to Takuruku's mind
His piteous lead, leads me to a...

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befuddled bewildered,
memory muddled;
perplexed then puzzled
as clarity contracts
and cataracts...

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Marriage is like your childhood
And learning to tie your shoe
Your wife is like your mother 
Telling you what to do

She picks out your clothes every day
And says when you can watch tv
She even buys your underwear
How embarrassing this can be

She makes you eat your vegetables
Even...

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This epitaph— the grave beats with silence
      betweeen the lines, signature of me be read

Now a second childhood's play—
      for heaven was created before death....

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When I go for a morning walk, 
For I found myself fresh & smooth, 
In case I’m in an attitude to talk 
I’ll pick away a youth. 

I'd ideally chat with a youngster 
Of an energetic age 
Than to chat in the high-sanctuary class 
With...

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I am a child again 
I know no loss or gain 
Oft oblivious of pain
Till I  conscious regain. 

Do I wake or sleep, 
I see the stars weep
As they crackers peep,
Am I awake or asleep?

I giggle and lauugh at the sight 
Of rockets of...

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