This stepped jest, knobby legged farce
Which, more wobbly, falls;
Old man's, up at that wing'ed
Is but left -laughing!
Air, as they do, a look of
Unrestrained relief.
'Whoopee!' with each quick sharp turn
Their own sky track in.
Could be better
Could be worse
Not quite ready for
the casket & hearse
A hip old-timer in Bowling Green
somehow thinks he’s still seventeen
His hair’s Brill Cream slick
He thinks Gidget’s his chic
And he’s sure he’s the next James Dean
2/10/22
You never go unnoticed
You choose to be different
And carry it with humble pride
You dare to take the stares
As you idly walk the streets
Where you don’t seem to fit in
Like a character
Out of its time
Out of its place
You stand out
And make us normal people
Stop and stare and
Maybe some of us stop to think
Every once in a while
I will think back and see
Your eyes, your look
To me you’re a question mark
About society’s value system
And the price we put on
A smile, a touch, a kind word
A hug, a chat
I saw you again today
After so many years
Just a few yards away
But I didn’t have the time
To say hello and ask how you’d been
I never have the time
To stop and listen
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
His wife takes him to dinner
as she always does
on his birthday wearing
bright red lipstick, a color
she detests but he likes.
He knows this means
when they get home
bright red panties will call
like a beacon in the night.
Donal Mahoney
An Alzheimer Old Timer
My hope subsided becoming mere glimmer
And all things that boil now only simmer
For long while have cried and cried
As my meager live became less intensified.
What was wrong with my life must discover
Maybe because I had lost another lover
Or a friend doesn't like my poems anymore
Can't figure out who I wrote them for.
Forgot about places where I had gone;
Maybe either Maine, Florida or Washington
Can't remember where my church was at
Or pew or seat where I usually sat.
To soft boil egg set six minutes on a timer
Some people say I'm old and have Alzheimer
Disease and myself can no longer please
As more days of my life will increase.
What has happened to my memory and mind?
Neither one of them again can I ever find
And the only way they will return to me
Is when I went to heaven for all eternity.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Soldier
they paided dues
now theyer the news
some refuse
to give up
been thur bad stuff
they have lots to say
comeing your way
time for fun and play
OLD TIMER DAY
some say O..T
they have the key
be there don that
know where its at
this just reminder
repect the
OLD TIMER
some live in the pass
theyer run out of gas
looking for new task
there mind is binder
block progress stop
and hop hate shop
old timer are winder
some got be
not off there best
theyer
STUBBON O'T
for those who belong
and made a happy home
for us all
was there when we call
to show our repect
let know we didn't forget
give a day on you to play
OLD TIMER DAY
Theyer at age
Where life about to fade
Some with a shopping cot
Fill with a lot
Call the can man
It was not in there plan
This justareminder
One day you will bel a
old timer
not knowing who
or why you are, or where
living only now
the horror
the horror
he
stood
to pray
slow
booming
sounds
faith
dripped
each
worship
word
in
King James
time
melodious
dialect
pure
poetry
sans
rhyme
they call each other honey
some have lot s of money
they still have moves
and love to grove
theyer so cool
some call old fools
cause they still can prance
it there rance
OLD TIMER DANCE
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