Methuselah Poems - Poems about Methuselah

Wisdom comes with age to those who live long enough!...

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As one keeps traveling, One keeps marveling; Little cause to be sniveling, Still less to be driveling For the stupendous much one had seen; Not anymore The Horn “Unequivocal Green.” Yes, for having met with a lot, For the most part encountering the hot, Naturally mocking what one had got. A richness that from the eyes...

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969 A Thousand Years of Ticking Time David J Walker Mr. Methuselah A word please It’s about time To reveal what you know and When you knew that you knew it What you remember and When to remember to remember it Were you a slow learner Did you live longer at home Was there a word for teenager Did you...

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A load of unfixed weight, We ourselves sum up or rate, Sometimes pegging it to a kilogram, Under lesser stress to a gram; Either a chosen or entrusted role: Office with files taller than a pole … Going ahead to father another baby Which one must not skip in budgets not the lady Plus Grand Pa long roaming The Earth, Not wanting...

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Those who do not die are known to live beyond the veil disheveled in the light like a Polaris star that lusters in the sky with gaseous shine; Although some stars are known to die very fast and very young, there are others that remain as constant as the Northern star; My dream is to arrive one day...

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Well, 62 years ago, both of my parents were 'lost for words' and were simply amazed-- "That I kept on finding them!" In the sibling department, there were six of us, three sisters and two brothers--I was the youngest, and being as such, all I needed to remember was one phrase. To my sisters, "I'm tellin' mom!" To my brothers, "I'm tellin' mom!" Mom RULES,...

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I have lived for Thirty years Yet I feel antiquely old Aged and grey, my youthful fears That my Beauty may grow cold Am I as Awful as I appear? I've no more Suitors in the fold…...

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When I was just a little boy, Attending Sunday school, The story of Methuselah Outshined the golden rule. He was just like Rip Van Winkle, A kind old gentleman, Who lived more than nine hundred years; The oldest living man. And so I closed my story book, Assumptions grew from there. I wrote an ending in my mind, And sealed it with a prayer. But looking closer...

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For four-thousand years and more He’s withstood the tests of time; Extremes of heat and cold Haven’t cut him down in his prime; Even now he proudly stands As a testament of endurance, The elements sure can’t defeat This tree of majestic stance. This Californian Bristlecone-Pine Stands high up in the mountain range, How it manages to survive there Leaves us gasping, it seems so...

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