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Brother, you are a lot older than me
You have a wife and a son to look after
You have Ms. That makes it harder to walk
But you walk anyway with crutches
You have also to work to pay the bills
We communicate by email
We were both born a Christian
Brother, I pray for you every day
have I ever told enough that I love you?
Brother, I even miss you
Brother, I know it is getting late
But I had to write a poem for you
To let you know how I feel about you
Brother, we get older every year
We can't stop getting older
Brother, we are very close to each other
Brother, it was God that created you
And if it wasn't for God you would not be here
And you would not be my brother
We live on earth because God put us on earth
We have different lives
You have your life
I have mine
Nobody ever told us that live was easy
It is difficult
And we must live one day at a time
Brother the night will end soon
And a new day will begin
It is fall here
The leaves of the trees are changing its color
From green to Gold
And the days are shorter now
It gets darker by 5:00 pm
I find it very depressing
Brother if I lose you some day
My life will be empty
And there won't be any body else to replace you
And I must grieve
And I will keep you in my prayers
Brother, we were not meant to live forever
Our body is fragile
One day you will go to heaven
There you will rest in peace
I will be happy for you
Because you won't be in pain
Inspired to Write ??? right?
I recently thought back to a time in my life I was so vulnerable.
Flashbacks of a fist to my HEAD ????
I don’t wanna be dead. ??
This love I found I don’t wanna lose, please Lord help me choose.
Help me choose to love myself,
Help me choose to do things I love ??
Help me be brave when there’s no other way to be.
With my life partner next to me
Help me find ME ??
The world moves so fast, I look over my shoulder and yes, my babies are getting older.
Dry up my tears Lord.
Take away my fears Lord.
Years later I STILL need your strength Lord.
All the things I miss I feel I’ve lost.
But you clear the path ahead ....??
When the time is right, my soul please take, show me with your spirit use me Lord for your will.
Let my story be a testimony.
I no longer wish to be lonely.
Please Lord walk with me on this journey..
-TR
As ageing growing old;
It turns out, most grumpy stale people used to be grumpy young people;
This I believe it is so;
Ageing doesn’t turn a cheerful person into a grouch;
Now that I’m older I need to go get and off this couch;
The birth we’re born then we were young this is the prequel;
As ageing growing archaic elders then not treated as equals;
We are sounder problem-solvers;
And can sooner quickly draw the message from an argument;
Neither am I poor nor destitute but now I’m on a fix budget:
As ageing growing old;
Being comfortable a must and not being stylish anymore;
A sense of urgency comes with ageing, I know who I am;
And to whom I AM PRAYING;
Do you, hear what I’m saying;
The nice thing about getting older is you have seen it all, lived it all, felt it all;
As ageing growing old yes! We all see it all, live it all, feel it all;
(if we don’t die before we’re 45)
As ageing grows old, I sigh;
As I remember what my grandparents had said why...
As ageing growing old OH! my;
06/13/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
For UNO 2019 Intergenerational Poetry Contest
69th Birthday
March 10
Birthday is when you celebrate
Your birth on the planet Earth
Accumulating memories and wisdom
Through six decades
Wishing you a day filled with
Bunches of joy and happiness
You are not getting older
Interesting is the word that describes you
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.
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.
Hey, Who Said...
It was going to be easy
Getting over the time
When running over mountains to the beach was a Sunday jaunt
Giving Time permission to go in the wrong direction
Honoring past marriages as prep school
Letting go of offspring you’d rather continue parenting
Smiling during yearly physicals
Ignoring check-out-stand gossip
After all
Getting older isn’t everyone’s cup of escape
Remember
Experience is unavoidable
Do-overs for past mistakes unredeemable
Immortality unattainable (for now)
No…
Listening and hearing one hand clapping
Smiling at Socratic irony’s revealing wink
Really learning what you thought you knew
You bet
Growing up has its advantages
So
What’s the end game
Such a cheery cliché: "it’s not over ‘til it’s over"
Yet
Some hasten that sundown
Many can’t wait for aged nightmares to end
Others awake each day…alive…WTF
Lace up the Nikes
Trot the run to the beach
Jump in the ocean naked
Poker-face the “aghast” expressions
Touch the package knowing
Frigid or not
Here I come
I’m still alive
But I digress
Easy it all is
When Mind’s clock takes leave
Embracing Einstein-Rosen’s bridge
Making personal the wormhole
Private solace with the Now
Yes
Somebody did invent “Who said it was going to be easy?”
But I think they knew
Grist for the mill knows no deadline
That wisdom isn’t a trophy
That Descartes knew something
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum
That some of us retort
i sum vivens ergo sum
That octogenarians marker
Knowing alive is better than dead
Accepting years are merely piss and vinegar
Waiting to be tested
Bring it on!
HEY, WHO SAID…
And your stepmom is in the kitchen with the smell of cooking onions
Upstairs your sister is in her room writing college essays and listening to her playlist on full blast
And your little brother is doing his very first homework assignment
And smiling about how much he loves kindergarten
And the fact that he is a big boy now
The cat is on the porch
The dog is in his bed
The stars are all right where they are supposed to be
You may not be talking to anyone
you may be alone in your room
But you are all there
You are all home.
Recently you’ve noticed the look of fear on your sister’s face at any mention of college
have gotten used to your father's grey hair and new glasses
You notice that your brother is too big to carry
he doesn’t always cry when he falls down
your stepmom's face is lined with the years
And her lips are thin
you see your dog walk funny
And you have to call louder for him to hear you
Your cat doesn’t catch birds or mice anymore
She lays in the sun, lazy on the porch
And the neighborhood kids come over to pet her, scratch behind her ears.
but you notice, they aren’t exactly kids anymore
It finally hits you that in less than a year
You won’t all be living together anymore
Your sister will be all the way across the world
In a big school in Italy
She won’t just be across the hall in the other room
And you won’t have dinner together anymore
Or make pancakes on Sunday mornings
And your dog won’t know where she has gone
And your cat will know but won’t understand
Your parents’ bones start to creak
Your brother is getting older and doesn’t hug you as often
And your life is stagnant
But moving too fast all at the same time
You’re dizzy
Your tears won’t come
It all feels so surreal.
Your sister has half a year
You have two more after her
And your bother has 9 more when you leave.
Your childhood will be ripped apart but it will also be scattered like ashes across the world
And you will find pieces of it wherever you go.
She’d been depressed at seeing how her parents had aged in just a couple of years. She hadn’t really contemplated time much before, it had seemed an endless resource.
Seeing her lying listlessly in bed, he asked “Are you ok?”
“I’m getting old,” she admitted, closing her eyes to conserve energy.
“You’re turning 20,” he stated dryly, somewhere in the darkness.
“Still,” she said, “You should know that I’ll start wrinkling, any day now, like a deflating balloon.”
“Yeah, I was afraid of that.” He said. She opened her eyes and looked at him soberly.
“You’re almost 27, are you getting crow's feet?” He flinched away from her outstretching hand.
“No,” He responded confidently, but he checked his reflection in her dorm room mirror.
“Soon, your libido will flag,” she informed him solemnly, taking his hand for comfort.
He slipped off the bed and gently closed the bedroom door with a casual swipe of his hand.
“You should start eating fiber,” she gasped, “and retirement planning!”
“I’ve got a few good months left..” he said, as he came back to the bed and started unbuttoning the top of her yellow dress, “I might need someone, in the medical field, to keep an eye on me.”
“I could do that,” she smiled, as his button work progressed, “I do need more clinical hours.”
so now I've reached my forties, I think I'm finally getting old
the pace of life has slowed now, my exploits not so bold
but little did I realise, I'd feel my life had just begun
we bought ourselves another house, and we had holidays in the sun.
the next house that we purchased, brought us closer to our friends
which gave us a chance to party with each other on weekends
those times were filled with laughter, lots of banter, wine and beer
come again next week they said, same time, same place, right here.
my first time flying on a plane, was to visit the USA
had a holiday in Las Vegas, that just blew my mind away
and the three weeks that we spent there, were so truly unforgettable
but the fact we never made a return trip, was very much regrettable.
the next break that we booked, was to the island of Corfu
to me that was pure heaven, a real fantastic dream come true
we spent the mornings at the poolside, and afternoons down on the beach
where we sat there people watching, with cold drinks in easy reach.
but time goes by and thing do change, life keeps rolling on
and before you even know it, the years have all but gone
we moved into a bungalow, that was meant to last for life
we'd been together for twenty years as a husband and a wife.