New LARGER numbers
not sure I quite like the fit
brain not good with it!
Time and tide they do not wait,
We all have heard it said,
And there are those who seem to view,
The ebb and flow with dread.
They do their best to stave it off,
And live in deep denial,
Trying not to show their age,
Viewing it as a trial;
A tribulation of some sort,
A thing to be avoided;
Forgetting in their quest for youth,
That age can be exploited;
For with age comes experience,
The younger folks don't have,
Things that you have done before,
Is to them enclave;
A thing to them as yet untried,
Is foreign territory.
They'll listen to your wisdom,
And practiced oratory;
For things that to the younger set,
Appear a mystery,
For older folks is just old hat,
And it's just history;
So if we learn to use our age,
Accept it as a friend,
We'll age as does fine wine and so,
Not face a bitter end.
We have to learn to face some facts,
That some things must betide,
For you can run from age My Dear,
But you can never hide.
Encores & guffaws .. sure you get more twinkle as you do get older
Be a jester...don't let anything pester..smoulder..floor or fester
Show jeers..fears..tears..sneers the door..that scolder colder shoulder
Sly minx..kinks & sky high jinx.. rafter of laughter from yesteryear's folder
Winks me thinks.. blink and guy on the brink.. dafter.. few too many drinks
Rascal sprinkle now a sparkle after each superfly debacle.. appears a bit bolder
Not fretting couldn’t be gladder about getting podgy?
Forgetting about a stodgy bladder that’s definitely dodgy?
Sadder even snotty about needing a potty..regretting being dotty
Betting some grotty grumps about bumps & lumps anything spotty
Sometimes memory stumps.. only remember embers now befuddled
Somehow the huddled cast of the distant past still cuddled
Ashes of once clear flashes of near yesteryear appear muddled
Ribald oracle.. grinning about going bald...hair thinning
Apart from the ears and nose where it shows..grows & flows
Can't pretend follicle foes & woes.. do descend dear friend
Clearer you're now nearer to the rear end than the beginning
Refined increasingly find you do become more kind
Other than the tumour of another baby boomer
Defined needy seedy greedy.. must feed me consumer
Not a rumour..increasingly I pined for candour and humour
Chaps can perhaps blossom as a wined & dined late bloomer
No remorse.. scheming larrikin leaning's still in force
Gleaning the gleaming meaning of life is all about giving
Dreaming.. loving.. smile beaming and "living" of course
Getting Older part four
Last gambit told... it's sh*t getting old.. but still up for it
Less scrumpy & only rumpy pumpy with a lumpy frumpy
Still dearly merry if clearly not even nearly let alone really very fit
Impervious to being a fool in distress...nervous mess & jumpy
Seniors can rule ..old school wit & gall can enthrall..be cool
As long they aren't praying.. playing pedant on a pedestal
A cruel naysaying mule or just a git who's a bit too grumpy
Getting Older part three (wee)
Alright up twice or thrice a night for a wee tinkle
Glad no mad kinks like Dad of having a pee in sinks
Stage fright though at the sad sight which stinks
Not rad.. as to the touch your winkle well shrinks
To not too much.. the fad of a tad weeny crinkle
Crutch of a crotch with just a notch or bad blotch
You watch as your itsy bitsy teeny wrinkle does sprinkle
They say age is just a number,
but its much more than that.
Now everything I eat or drink
just somehow turns to fat.
I used to kick a soccer ball
all over sunny fields of green
but now I throw my knee out
just pulling on my jeans .
My auburn hair that hung in waves,
long and full of sheen,
is now short and white, stands on end,
and makes me look quite mean .
Old age isn't for the faint of heart.
You need to be tough as a boot
and forget about those days gone by
when you were young and cute.
You need to develop a thick skin.
(Though in truth its thinner than ever)
Words no longer phase you
and your retorts have become quite clever.
Yes, growing old is really the pits.
Like living under a curse.
But on the flipside of getting older,
the alternative is worse.
Hard to fall asleep
I guess I'm getting older
Something bothers me.
what was it? what ...
that I was thinking of?
seems it is gone
There's more rust in my joints than ever.
My bones sound like an old screen door,
and my knees predict the weather
better than any app.
Give me elastic waistbands, soft slippers,
and the creak of a recliner
that groans every time I sit.
Bring on the grandkids with sticky fingers
leaving fingerprints on the walls,
and loud toys that play the same song
again and again.
Pile on the mismatched furniture,
the frayed edges, the cracked plates,
and the joy of holding on to anything
that brings back a memory.
Let my friends swap stories about their ailments,
sit on the porch with their cardigans,
and say, "Remember when?"
Let mornings be slow, with aching backs,
glasses misplaced, and coffee that’s gone cold.
Remind me of the fortune of old photos,
the wealth of crumpled coupons,
and the art of navigating
the labyrinth of nostalgia.
Forget the resolutions,
just give me the constant hum of a well-lived life.
I’ll take the bottom of the cookie jar,
the forgotten, the outgrown,
the simple things that bring comfort,
one gentle turn
on the slow-spinning wheel of age.
A reflection is a funny thing.
No matter how you look at it, it will always look back at you the same.
No matter how much you want it to change it never will.
You will always be you unless you change you.
But what fun would that be?
There have been times when I didn’t want to be me.
A time when I hated the reflection I would see.
As I got older it still wasn’t easy.
But I have come to love myself.
My reflection is now my favorite thing I see.
I hope one day you’ll love you, and everything you have come to be.
Take a deep breath and look in the mirror.
There is your destiny!
Getting Older
As I'm getting older,
I'm not getting any bolder,
and women's attitude towards me is getting colder.
As I become a senior,
my demeanor becoming meaner,
my funds becoming leaner.
With all this trouble,
I'm living in a plastic bubble,
and you'll find my ethics in the rubble.
© 2 hours ago, Terence Cummings Smith rhyme
Time and tide they do not wait,
We all have heard it said,
And there are some who seem to view,
The ebb and flow with dread.
They do their best to stave it off,
And live in deep denial,
Trying not to show their age,
And viewing it as trial.
A tribulation of some sort,
A thing to be avoided,
Forgetting in their quest for youth,
That age can be exploited;
For with age comes experience,
That younger folks don't have.
Things that you have done before,
Is to them enclave.
A thing to them as yet untried,
Is foreign territory.
They'll listen to your wisdom,
And practiced oratory;
For things that to the younger set,
Appear a mystery,
For older folks is just old hat,
And it's just history;
So if we learn to use our age,
Accept it as a friend,
We'll age as does fine wine and so,
Won't face a bitter end.
We have to learn to face some facts,
That some things must betide.
You can run from age my friend,
But you can never hide.
Getting older
may be a rewarding experience
for
those who the Lord, desperately,
seek to find
since
with old age the haze of carnal desires
dissipates
thus
letting the spiritual light illumine
the mind!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 January 2020
Every bone and muscle
In my body seems to hurt.
Is this my future – staying home,
Lethargic and inert?
I do my stretches but I’ve never
Been the limber sort,
Yet I still walk 3 miles each day,
I’m happy to report.
Is age the culprit or perhaps
A reason so much worse?
If it’s the former, we can’t make
The years go in reverse.
Yet other possibilities
Loom darkly in my mind,
Contributing some wrinkles
To a face already lined.
I must admit that getting old’s
Annoying as can be
And what is most surprising is
It’s happening to me!
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