Best Timeage Poems
Gary's Yard Sale, the story
Authored by Chuck Keys
Among the rustbelt cities of yesterday,
Along the edges of the Detroit River,
A short distance to the side,
Resides a slice of Victorian times,
Excesses exceeded needed,
Where age confronts time,
The day before meets the day of,
And greets tomorrow.
Those in the hood
And outside,
Meet and greet among
The scraps of forgotten memories.
Lawns filled with bygones of size,
Tables filled with important somethings,
Maybe everythings,
For important that evolved into history.
Where memories become linked,
Each to a stored thought,
Treasured, pleasured or disdained,
To a person,
Of late or present,
To a future of who knows what.
During the day,
The history-of and the future-of talk,
To each,
Of where they were,
And where they hope to be,
The dust is blown off with the wind,
From the east, west, north and south.
The yard sale, the graveyard of the past,
The arena of the present,
Life and death of the sale,
Dance together, coupled,
Where Mine, becomes Yours' while
Gary the Conductor, orchestrates to perfection,
The operatic enjoyment of history,
Buyer meets seller, exchanges
Are made. As is today.
Bravo! Bravo!
*This poem is dedicated to Gary and Ann Harris of Northville MI USA – May they and
their Yard Sales age forever!
© Charles H Keys, 2010. All Rights Reserved. V1.4.09252010
A little gray on the sides
A little hanging over the line
Still all in all a catch
For somebody passing by
The theory of one’s sex appeal
Disappearing over time
Just a myth and not theory
Just like a fine wine
With age there comes true beauty
Other ideas shot to hell
For men of a certain age
Can carry it very well
So, okay some parts may stiffen
While there are others that do not
Gives no right to toss aside
Giving up the game they’ve got
With each year that draws us closer
To the day of final breath
Brings a great advantage
An experience you won’t forget
Bringing all the knowledge
To the table presented there
You’ll find a man with great respect
All others will fail to compare
So remember when you’re out there
Looking for a great romance
You can find it with a man
Who has lived the world and danced
With age indeed comes knowledge
And experience, mark my word
Combine these two together
Can really rock your world
Time accelerates our brief existence like those summer's storms
that bring on fright, lasting minutes only;
and age with its feebleness, allows years
to deepen ugly wrinkles and cause endless fear...inducing pure folly!
Youth days were a reflection of an eternal beauty
which adorned our faces with uncontrollable excitement,
looking forward to the next day with joy and certainty,
but when it started to fade...we noticed much discontent!
Time remains an unresolved mystery we cannot comprehend:
it flees from our gaze, to return with resplendent sunlight
and elude us that's not a curse for those nearing their end...
what's the purpose of being alive and then vanish into the twilight?
If that apple had not been bitten by a disobedient woman so weak:
we wouldn't have experienced any frightful events but happiness,
and certainly, our skin would have been smoother than a baby's cheek;
be assured that no attempt will stop neither time nor age from ravaging us!