I am not getting any younger
Yes I already lived my
Younger days
A long time ago
Now I am already
An elderly man
I live a very simple life
That my Father gave to me
Many years ago
The simple life suits me fine
When time splits in two...
One you're looking for and one looking for you
You're waiting for someone you don't know yet
And you're not getting any younger
You've captured the rhyme but lost the poetry
The road seems bleak but familiar
A refugee from the you you used to be
And a pilgrim on the road to destiny
To fortify you resupply with fortitude and grace
But what persists you can't deny with force of will or face
The path may be familiar, but the route could not be more complex
When time splits in two... the division is in you
Nonetheless the test is not the journey, it's the end
And a smile is your only friend
I need to know
Father if you are going to
Listen to please
Because I am already
Sick and tired of the Winter
Please father hurry up
End put an end to the horrible
Winter
I need the sun
Because the sun gives me
The vitamin d that I need badly
Yes father I am not getting any younger
I want to live my life as long as I can
Yes father I am very happy with my life
I have my happy and sad moments father
When I am sad I stay in my room
And I have my crying section
It is only for a few minutes
I have some good friends
That I can always count on
this is the year
i make my dreams
become reality
i want to make my health priority
though the reasons may sound cliché
indeed, we're not getting any younger
who knows what's in store tomorrow
we can't take our health for granted
yes, we're as youthful as we feel
let's muster what energy we've got
get out there and enjoy life to its fullest
how you ask? i'll eat well
spend time outdoors
exercise and be kind
maintain a positive outlook
expect the best out of myself
stretch my goals
reach for my dreams
and above all ~
stop tolerating
negative energy
within a hundred
miles of me !
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
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I’ve been having thoughts, a bit macabre,
About my funeral day.
I’m not getting any younger,
So it might not be far away.
How many folk will turn up
To see my final act?
Will it be just the family,
Or will the place be packed?
Will they say nice things about me,
And will they be sincere?
Have I deserved any compliments
For what I’ve achieved while I’m here?
I’ve told them I want no religion.
I believe that’s all old hat.
I think that, when you pass away,
You die and that is that.
When they close the final curtain;
As they sing the final song.
Could that be the moment
I find out I was wrong?
Oh, so you’ve seen better days?
So your shadows walked straighter before,
You’re who you are
and you’re not getting any younger
You said to count me in
Well now I’m counting my blessings
One at a time
to remind me what will be there when you’re not
Is the past behind you?
It seems more like its calling you out to your face
These messages that you ignore
are open doors to the future
Open them wide
so you and your ego can fit inside them
Oh, and how it hurts to be so right
all the time
Your phone is your only life support
and now it’s leading you to
become the things you hate about yourself
It’s ironic how you don’t see it,
looking in a mirror half your life
(She’s on the rise again)
She’s gonna be an internet star!
I’d count your blessings while you can
Your phones your only life support
Bob Dylan has sold his body of work,
Bruce Springsteen
sold his body of work
Mozart sold his body of work.
Poets try
but money never sings to them,
their bodies not getting any younger
and always depreciating.
6/12/19
"BISFU"
Near piles of lumber
Standing amid lightning and thunder
Out for plunder
Full of wonder
An insatiable hunger
Year-round, not just during summer
Much more than another number
I'm like no other
Even though I'm not getting any younger
Seeing folks true colors
Corruption being uncovered
New lifeforms getting discovered
I don't stop until the buzzer
Spotless places and areas with merely clutter
Blood suckers
And ungrateful people in clusters
Got my own luster
Continually helping my mother
Never want to see her suffer
Ready to fix any blunder
Still got a lot to do, and no time to be a bluffer
Before I'm six feet under
This is me grown up
How hard could that be?
This is me 18 years later
Aren't I supposed to be free?
This is me grown up
Is this not how you raised me?
A character, an independent
Is it too much? I'm sorry
This is me grown up
Still doing things you would want me to
Should I stop now?
I don't think you'd ever want me to
This is me grown up
Distorted and confused
But you never know that
I intend you'd never have to
This is me grown up
Life beating me up
Sometimes you help me, sometimes you don't
Maybe sometimes you should stop
This is me grown up
Now built in with imperfections
Do you still see your child?
I wish you'd try to read my emotions
This is me grown up
Not getting any younger
But I feel you want me acting older
I hope you do not forget you've raised an actor
t. h.
Circling plane's writing trail's upon the sky
Traverse the morning star
As they pass over the dawning horizon
While loved ones feign waving
With car park tokens
Stare blankly at the exit barriers
That tell the journey and motorways home
Without said loved one
Are quiet bereft of joy
Because it's hard to say goodbye
And the tear's don't recede
Because what the heart wants
Is to be together
But lie continents apart
Reduced to holidays
To far apart
Our bond grow stronger
And we are not getting any younger
Time is our enemy and the wrinkles tell
Our memories are fading like photographs
Don't stop thinking about tomorrow
We will always have our past
But until we meet again
I keep you forevermore in my heart
Like a message in a bottle
Looking for a place to beach
Waiting for our day in the sun to come
And it will
And no boat nor plane
Will separate us ever again
Close your eyes and count to 10
See you then
She’s the woman in the white uniform,
walking with an authoritative gait
on the top deck of the boat
As you pass by, she asks,
without looking your way —
do you have what it take
to make her dinghy float
She says, it’s obvious one and one is two
She says, it’s obvious she’s attracted to you
Though you’re not normally shy,
you are taken aback
She’s like a rear admiral
making a frontal attack
She says, it’s obvious,
you’re both not getting any younger
... that time is getting short
She says, it’s obvious,
you both should try to get together
when the boat reaches port
And the longer you wait,
the further her boat is drifting from the shore
Captain Obvious couldn’t be more direct,
but you’re just too nervous to react
She’s a woman used to getting what she want,
she don’t respond well to a polite “no” or “don’t”
So now it’s fairly obvious to you,
she gonna keep working her feminine seduce
It’s so obvious what she desires,
anybody with one eye open can see obviously
But you don’t, because you think so naively
What’s not that obvious though,
she’s the most recent widow
on that Lonely Hearts Club yacht boat
8/28/17
"
One day
I may
Leave impressions
Questions
About simple things and other dimensions
With different facial expressions
Paying attention
In all directions
With good intentions
Learning lessons
Because there could be no exceptions
Before it all goes down the gutter
And I go under
Still full of wonder
So much to discover
Among seas and lumber
During rain and thunder
Can't remain in slumber
Not getting any younger
No good in being dumber
Occasionally had one too many lagers
And thought why bother?
Mind beginning to wander
Often I ponder
Near here and over yonder
Working to prosper
With a lot to offer
Including, reliability and honor
Not getting richer
By being bitter
And a quitter
Got to deliver
On any side of the river
With much to consider
Before I wither
K-id at heart sometimes,
R-unning around the circle;
Y-oung playing in the rain, with
Z-estful eyes that twinkle.
E-ach one is kid at heart, eating chocolate and cake;
L-ollipop and ice cream too, otherwise her heart will break.
D-ay twelve in warm July, she celebrates her birth;
E-very friend is invited, bringing gift of wish and mirth.
M-an not getting any younger
E-agerly longs for a fresh start;
S-o often he faces the mirror,
A-s he remains a kid at heart.
10/28/16
No time for any sucker
Since I'm not getting any younger
Got to stay up, before getting permanently put under
I don't need no maid or butler
The same can be said for any cookie cutter
Anyday, as I do and don't discover
Among things intact and punctured
Straight up gutter
Near and far away from any buzzards
Onto something rougher and tougher
Year round, fall, winter, spring and summer
A world full of so much different colors
As well as things labeled and numbered
Either disorganized or well structured
Mass quantities of items have been plundered
Much of which became asunder
Nobodies perfect we all make blunders
Respect and love your sisters, brothers and mother
Similar yet different from one another
Near and far from lumber
During sunshine, rain, snow and thunder
I can't help but wonder
Due to my own curiosity and hunger
By: Dalton Ogletree
8/26/16
It's not always easy to hit the mark with what you'd like to orchestrate
Certain materials beginning to corrugate
Meanwhile not everything is able to correlate
How can I believe?
If it's something I haven't seen?
Across the lands and seas
People having jamborees
Near and far from areas with Chimpanzees
Past expiration date foods and liquids will eventually turn bad
Anywhere across the Earth lands
If you work hard enough, and make mistakes then you just may experience things first hand
But never let that stop you from trying to learn as much you can
Trends come and go
Tread carefully and with dexterity around any undertow
Realize we're not getting any younger so
Might as well let your true colors show
By: Dalton Ogletree
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