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You Know You’re Getting Older When…©
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takes forever to get to your year of birth
The creaks you hear are your bones
not the floor boards
Younger people take the time to hold the door
open even without asking
Taking an escalator or elevator instead of stairs
is the only option
Switching the phone from ear to ear
doesn’t make hearing any easier
Can openers and jars become the enemy
You swear your arms are getting shorter
making tying your shoe laces a challenge
“Say again” are the most used words
in your vocabulary
You save money on haircuts and shampoo
as there is less to work with
Grey becomes your new favorite color
Slow now feels fast
Cat naps are mandatory
The right lane on a highway becomes your domain
You need eye glasses to find your eye glasses
The remote is an extension of your hand
“Skip to the lou my darling” are
more than words to a song
And that’s just the short list
Don’t laugh, someday you’ll be there
Andreas Simic©
Emotions
They tend to be all over
Never wore them on my shoulder
Now that I'm getting older
I realize
That it's OK to feel
Something as long as it is real
It's OK to know that your emotions
Have power
You can go from happy to mad or turn sour
Or be a flower
So delicate and sweet
Or be the one that's discreet
Not weak
Maybe take an adventure be curious go to the ocean
Remember it's OK to have emotions
,(Chorus )
Emotions
Can you control them
Your feelings can you hold them
Inside
When it seems hard
Will you deal the correct cards
Emotions sometimes seem
Like they can take over everything
(Verse 2)
Today i was just
At the point
Where I'd had enough
Then out of nowhere
I started crying
Was this a normal act
I didn't know I was sensitive like that
And then I started to
See things with a different view
That I had a heart so pure and true
Realized being sensitive is ok
Any emotions you display
Has precautions
You have to use the best ones often
And with the emotions that are not the best
You should use them less
Chorus )
Emotions
Can you control them
Your feelings can you hold them
Inside
When it seems hard
Will you deal the correct cards
Emotions sometimes seem
Like they can take over everything
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
2/26/2016
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.
I once asked my grandpa, “How do you stay so young
as you grow older every year?”
I remember Grandpa smiling as he put his arm around me
and whispered in my ear.
“I can’t stop from getting older.” He said
“I know one day the last verse of my song will be sung…
but in the meantime finding happiness every day helps me feel young.”
“That’s not to say life is always easy…
there will always be tragedy and sadness too
but whatever life throws at me…this is what I try to do…”
“I try to love more than I hate…I try to give more than I take…
And I prepare myself for a new adventure every moment I’m awake.”
“I’ve found when I try to live this way more often than not…surprisingly
I don’t have to search for happiness…because happiness will find me.”
I remember the day the final verse of Grandpa’s song was sung…
a smile met my tears as I thought…how the old man did die young.
I think about this often now that Grandpa’s gone…
How though he is no longer here…his legacy lives on.
How the chorus of his song has continued…as all great choruses do
in me…and in everyone he told his secret to.
In all of us who try to love more than we hate…
who try to give more than we take…
and who prepare ourselves for a new adventure…
every moment we’re awake.
It's been raining so long
I can't remember
Where summer went
And if it was well spent
The clocks are about to be put back
For daylight saving
And the leaves dropping to the paving
Are a sign of decline
Like the hour's of day
But come what may
The rain won't stop
Despite the winter malaise
In Matt canvassed greys
That make me wish
I could hibernate till spring
Because the cold stings
Each more than the last
As I am resigned to next year
More of the same
When i am 1 year older
And worn-out grumpier
In my Christmas jumper
Stuck wet to my heart
1 year but still not gone
It can't rain all the time
But in my day's of life
It's the only thing consistent
Persistent to the point
Thought I am changing
And getting older
I walk under an umbrella
Walking on with hope in my heart
That droughts and sun burnt famine deserts
Dream of me
My simple woes of sorrow
Brandy and Crème soda
Autumn summons us
Shoulder to shoulder
We know not
If we’re getting older
We are self confident soldiers
I give you the best
Of my brandy and Crème soda
March
Early and on we shall
Through these days of despair
Autumn prevails
Ways to soften
Whom could offer such a touch
A warm letter in the mail
Growing adolescents
A young man
The consequences that follow
A growing male
The turmoil that soothes us
Is growing ale
The spice that tips ginger
Snaps a small town singer
“I love you”
It’s going to be a long winter
Shall we withstand
This duration as centered
Look to no one
For flaws
seem to dissolve our mentors
Passion is Rum
Whiskey endures
cold nights and un-sober palms
A rapist telling me
“I love your mom”
A young harlet calling
“dear love come home”
A shelter
From where doubt comes
The city’s filth
Why it loves only my lungs
I’m good, I’m fine
Expressions in a glass of wine
Through these words
A strangers poetry
You and I
have become intertwined
I’m lost, I’m alone
I feel as though
I’ve become undone
Run, run, away and fast
On to no where, as orphans
We were found at last
Some people feel it is alarming
Many of them just keep denying
Some others agree it is a natural process
But very few think it is a sign of success.
No more, is the need to shout
No more, is the need to work
No more, is the need to stress
And no more, is the need to prove
Live the life peacefully
Enjoy the days happily
Pursue your interests, carefreely
And let go of responsibilities (hopefully)
"Getting older" is going to be much fun
Spend all my time with a few loved ones
Eat and sleep, and my work here is done
But I know, it's all easier said than done
13.01.2023
YOU CHOOSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
You gave me hope in mind, girl…
You gave me a feeling of contentment
I need to take a break at times
I need to see you tonight….
I want a buff body, but I’m as weak as a poorly-made house
So, come over here…you wanna hear a secret?
I’m gonna whisper the truth
I gottah listen to God’s truth
You are feeling a little tense…
So, come over here…you wanna hear a secret?
I’m gonna whisper the truth
I gottah listen to God’s truth
You are feeling a little tense…
I could feel it in my bones…they rattle and they’re brittle
I feel so little
Compared to you…
I could feel it in my bones…they rattle and they’re brittle
I feel so little
Compared to you…
People would say I’m crazy if I told them that I have voices in my head
People would judge me if I told them that I want to be dead
So, come over here…you wanna hear a secret?
I’m gonna whisper the truth
I gottah listen to God’s truth
You are feeling a little tense…
So, come over here…you wanna hear a secret?
I’m gonna whisper the truth
I gottah listen to God’s truth
You are feeling a little tense…
I could feel it in my bones…they rattle and they’re brittle
I feel so little
Compared to you…
I could feel it in my bones…they rattle and they’re brittle
I feel so little
Compared to you…
Am I your type? Deny me not when I’m old
I’m getting older by the minute…
So, come over here…you wanna hear a secret?
I’m gonna whisper the truth
I gottah listen to God’s truth
You are feeling a little tense…
I could feel it in my bones…they rattle and they’re brittle
I feel so little
Compared to you…
You gave me eternal glory, oh God…
You gave me a feeling of contentment
I need to take a break at times
I need to see you tonight….
I want a buff body, but I’m as weak as a puny, scrawny stick
Work it out…produce some muscle
Hear the wind rustle
Quietly….
Compared to You, I am nothing…
Compared to You, I feel like nothing
You brought me paradise…
With no demise…
I can emphasize with other individuals
Compared to God, I’m nothing…we’re nothing…
God will heal all of your wounds…
Just ask for His helping hand…
He’ll lead you to His Promise Land
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.
Cute cat couple in the house, one white and one black,
our lovely pets, we call one Kite and the other Jack.
Wherever we go our close company they always keep,
on bed by our cozy side every night they like to sleep.
Jack would climb and roll over my sagged shoulder,
Kite would lie on paining thighs, for I’m getting older.
Knitting a sweater my wife sits on the sofa with the pet,
fur and wool strands intertwine to make it a unique set.
In separate bowls we give daily food to Jack and Kite,
for we’re in need of peace, don’t like to see them fight.
In the closed room when sounds subside, I sit in the dark,
listen happily to the rhythm of our pet cats’ silent walk.
We won’t let anyone touch or caress our charming cats,
nor would like them called our animal pets chasing rats,
for Jack and Kite are like our beloved children we fancy,
we don’t care a bit if people call us a feline couple crazy.