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Not So Mid Life Crisis

He’s having a big mid life crisis
It’s a bit late, I grant you, but true
It should have begun in his forties
And not when he hit eighty two
When he traded his wife for a new one
(She is thirty years younger, or more)
The old one was getting quite past it
So he told her, and showed her the door

He now spends his time, with fine dining and wine
And all of life’s pleasures and joys
From Italian suits and dying his roots
To a house full of gadgets and toys
In the garage there sits a big Harley 
And whenever the weather is sunny
He jumps on his hack, with his bird on the back
And they go out and spend loadsa money

But he’s not such a big hairy biker
Since when they return from the trip
He’ll sit down in front of the fire
For a cocoa, and afternoon kip
As his old aching bones start rebelling
And he ponders upon his past life
All the things he has done, the women the fun
But most, how he misses his wife
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Images of That Monday Night

Please take a moment and open your thoughts
As you enter my mind to the contests sought

To run as brothers one faster than the other
Running to catch up to shadow his brother

One turns the corner the other behind
Just as he turns in your eyes you now find

Through me you see a main road just ahead
You see your brother, in seconds he's dead

Listen to the impact as he is hit by a van
Slow motion now shows, as different worlds ran

Tyres are screeching, or is it my brother
For fifty yards he's been dragged, a young life in smother

To reach the opening that your past images have seen
A nine year old boy against a modern machine

To look through my eyes on that Monday night
At seven years old I turned and took fright

How I got back to my father I'll never know
In monsoon of tears under street light glow

To be so young to say your brother is dead
For the past forty two years, my dreams I still dread
Form: Couplet

Tsunami

Tsunami

I got some bad news from my granddaughter today
That one of her friends who had moved to JAPAN
With her family- “died in that tsunami.”

She was only ten years of age
And would always speak with my 
Grand daughter on her face book page.

Now this young life has been taken away
And for her and all lives lost, we do pray.
First they had an earthquake - one of  the
Strongest ever recorded at 9.0 on the scale
Which created the tsunami with over
thirty foot waves ,sending possibly thousands
To an early watery grave.

it seems like with each disaster 
There is a miracle after.
A four month old baby was found alive
They’re still trying to figure out
How it survived.

Then a seventy year old lady
Somehow came thru
How did she make it? What did she do?

They also found a man in a crushed
House eight days later.
Now you tell me - what can be greater!

they are finding many more alive
But in the process, so many have died.
So for these miracles that we now see
They Will go into the pages of history.

How many more signs must be shown
Before we open our eyes to what humanity
Is doing and to what god created.
Must everything we know become devastated.

So to my granddaughters friend JENNIFER VEGA
You have gone to meet our maker.
But as so many who have gone before
You’ll be there to open our door.
You’ll be there with a grin 
Ready to welcome us in.

But why has mankind allowed us 
To get to a point of no return
With so many screaming , and their
Voices can’t be heard.

I guess mankind will never learn
And in our hearts these tragedies
Will forever burn.
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