My teeth are dull and dim shady yellow;
My bones squeak and pop;
When I walk I moan;
What is it, what is this all about?
Am I elderly?
My vision not to far;
I can see things up close;
When I shallow hard;
Get a lump in my throat;
Everything tingles, everything hurts;
Am I elderly?
I’ve been to where you want to go;
I’ve traveled afar yet few;
I’ve done been through what you going through;
So what are you gonna do..
Millennially bet Ya! Didn’t see this coming
Did Ya;
Well I’m known and I’m loved;
I am wiser than owl;
All this and I’m so….tried and tried
Guess I am elderly
Got some gray hairs on my head and chin;
And a somewhat spotted grin
Am I elderly?
Can’t retire till I’m lost;
Government won’t bill the cost;
Mustn’t give up;
I’m all I got left;
So I go right to my knees;
As I ask my God to forgive me;
Because I want to see, Him, see His face in peace
I am elderly
10/6/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
"For 10 Annual INTERGENERATIONAL POETRY CONTEST UNO"
Categories:
millennially, appreciation, assonance, encouraging, endurance,
Form: Lyric
If healthiness
grows godliness,
and godliness
grows healthiness,
why not regenerousness
co-redeems Earth's shared Eden Nest?
Healthy belongings fill Yang hunger.
Sacred belonging flows through Yin nutrition.
Industrial,
like military,
revolutions
for monoculturing power and wealth
are too much Yang short-term bottom-line.
Sustainable evolutions
for matriarchal gifting polycultural flow
is what we post-millennially higher value
as just right Yin over Yang long-term
co-empowerment
co-operations
in-formations bilateral,
deductive-industrial LeftYang
reweaving inductively sustainable flow RightYin,
as particles are to waves,
as organic cells are to digest/eliminate nutritional systems,
as thymine form is to cytosine functions,
as positive fractals are to double-bound notnot zero.
As Yang industrial periods
are to Yin flow-sustaining sentences
proclaiming regeneration wins
as decomposition loses loss.
Love manufactures
where fear's angers
pass double-bound away,
if healthiness
grows godliness.
Categories:
millennially, earth, health, peace, philosophy,
Form: Prose Poetry