Age Limerick Poems

AI epoch is upon us,
White collars, re-fix your focus,
Take, if ye can, a clue,
Time ticks from White to Blue, 
Do something, not to miss the...

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My grandfather once told his horse:
You may not lose job now, of course,
But may, sometime later
To horse who drives tractor,
Try, learn new things that can...

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Their fists were of furious intent,
But backs were too aged and bent.
It wasn't the seizing,
But rather the wheezing,
That both to the hospital sent....

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In somber silence, the Old Boys sit.
Only ambient noise they permit.
Not sitting face-to-face,
it's such a lonely place.
I, frankly, don't want to be in it....

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The great joy of my life is the stage,
singing and acting, regardless of age.
Starting at age sixteen,
five decades on, I'm still keen.
With an audience, I...

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No matter how long I might sleep,
Or what are the hours I keep,
I wake up at dawn
And I stifle a yawn,
Never leaving my bed with...

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Just got new glasses, well new lenses, same frames
Expected an improvement but it seems much the same
Could age be a factor
My hopes are shattered
Not a...

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Dealing with one’s mortality 
Reveals a stark reality 
As you age
You set the stage
For you own finality

Bill Marable
9/17/24 6:39 pm
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A limerick-composing old man
Devised a most devious plan.
Rejecting convention,
I fear I must mention,
He fried all his verse in a pan....

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Widowed Parker faced old age with grace

Brought a prostitute back to his place

Once she did what he said

She slipped out of his bed

Where he died...

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Old is...old is... old is... me
Used to be young... do you believe
Played kiddie games
Times have changed
Do you believe it... it's me!!!


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My son, I love very much, so strict with me,
No name or photo of my little gem, there be,
My granddaughter, two years, January first,
My pride,...

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January 4th and still in the 40s(F)
Live in Toronto, the lower great lakes region
Well how about that
Out-living our cat
Surprise! Maybe 100 is not that unreachable




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Born in Greenfield Park, 89 years ago
Across the St Lawrence River from Montreal
Feel nostalgic
Last day tragic
The end to an amazing (hopefully) 89 years


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When I was younger, I have often wondered
Why is the eighth month not called October?
Was geometry wrong 
When it named the octagon,
Or was this a...

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