Best Three Score And Ten Poems
I've done my time past sixty nine,
I've reached three score and ten.
I've seen a lot but not as much as some,
What I see makes them look quite glum.
Their aches and pains and wobbly walk,
The tablets and potions make me gawk.
They seem to keep the chemist shop
in business with the pills they pop.
Allergies here and coughs galore,
can't do that it makes me sore.
Need to wear special footwear,
Because if I don't my hip will flare.
Mustn't forget to go to my session,
it helps with my bouts of depression.
You should try this lotion on your skin,
to help stop it from going wafer thin.
I hear all this and in my mind wonder,
If I took notice I would soon go under.
I take my vitamins and a couple of tabs,
When winter comes round I have my jabs.
So I look in the mirror, and smile at me.
I say to myself your looking good for Seventy.
© Dave Timperley 10 April 2017
Three score and ten:
The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours.
The hours spin into days, then weeks will fly by.
The weeks then quickly dissolve into many months.
The months that fleet and fly by into such short years.
All our average compliment is three score and ten.
Whatever-more is a bonus that God grants us.
We must make good use of the time that is given
Be very careful not to squander away time.
The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours.
Treasure the short time, always making your life full.
Once time passes, we cannot recall it again.
All our average compliment is three score and ten.
Never idle away the precious time you have.
Life is so full of unforeseen circumstances.
Once time passes, we cannot recall it again.
Each one of us will make mistakes along the way.
If you fall, get up quickly, try and try again.
The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours.
The long road, actually is not so long at all.
Before you know it, you will have come to the end.
Life is so full of unforeseen circumstances.
The dreams of yesterday, all but a memory.
Time has gone by like the sands in an hour glass.
The weeks they quickly dissolve into many months.
Live and love and cherish it closely to your heart.
For love will surely live on, even though you're gone.
Before you know it, you will have come to the end.
Accomplish as much as you can, never look back.
Time is unforgiving and takes no prisoners.
The seconds turn into minutes, then hours.
The weeks then quickly dissolve into many months.
Remember to enjoy life and use it up well.
The months that fleet and fly by into such short years.
For love will surely live on, even though you're gone
Whatever-more is a bonus that God gives us.
Steven Beesley (c) 2005-11-21
This is my first attempt at writing a poem in the Hybridanelle form, if you notice any mistakes please do email me.
Hybridanelle:
A hybrid of the terzanelle and villanelle form that has been developed by Erin Thomas. A detailed definition can be seen at http://allpoetry.com/Column/1086828
AGE comes upon. us gradually,realisation
hits us all of a sudden.Hearing no longer
acute,coments and questions will need a
repeat for our world is no longer distinct.
One day we need assistance with what
others voice and say.Deficient,an aid. to
complement the grey.
AGE comes upon us so gradually realisation
hits us all of a sudden.Floaters appear in our
eye,magnification is needed for things both
near and far,the door is ajar.
AGE comes upon us so gradually realisation
hits us all of sudden.Fingers have nodules
and bumps,no longer grip and to prevent a
fall,we walk with a stick.
Wisdom and experience of life is ignored,
not wanted at all.Absent the mind,sometimes
'senior moments' we recall for the realisation
of age,so gradual creeps up on us all.
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I'll go
and make
a cuppa
tea,coffee or soup
my sloppy joe
daggy trackie dacks and slippers
that's my
fix me upper.
At our final moment when we leave all of this
And our loved ones are crying for one sorely missed,
In a heavenly light will angels descend
Then take us to heaven where suffering ends.
Or are we afraid, just clutching at straws,
Clinging to the hope that there is something more,
For if not then what, just the abyss
No guiding light no heavenly bliss.
Just part of a cycle from birth unto death
Rejoining the loop, as we take our last breath
Returning to atoms as flesh and bone rot,
Three score and ten, may well be our lot.