Oldsters Poems | Examples

When did I get old

we are all drones on the freeway today
hardly any excitement this side of the bay
then two crazy racing drivers head our way
They whip past me, one yellow, one gray

Youngsters I think rolling my hazel eyes
Unsure actually, their windshields dark as spies
But they drive like maniacs, like I did at twenty-three
When did I turn into old aged sourdough me?

I send a prayer down that freeway for them
two children of someone, named Mary and Jim
Crashing would be devastating for all of us
wanting to join them in their speeding, I give a cuss.
never thought oldsters were any fun
Yet now I have turned into one.

A Lazy day on a Porch

Dog is lying in the shade, his butt under the car’s tire
I bask in the sun, loving the Vitamin D
Wind picks up in a savage way
Shiny coral leaves dance in a macabre way
Dead, they forgot to fall off their branches last fall
Next month the new growth will begin
Will the neonates force the oldsters to the ground?
My thoughts move to my husband’s car
It is over a century old
Her chrome looks brand new
If she was turned
Would her headlights see the leaves that forgot to fall?
Would she honk in recognition?
Just a lazy day on a porch
A head full of wonder

Three Sides to Every Story

My lifetime friend, I feel so odd.
I'm not insured for acts of God.
Everything, it seems, is lost or gone.
I can't feel the ground I stand upon.

Today, we oldsters sat down to look
inside your yellow paged scrapbook.
I saw a picture and letter there.
I was frozen and could only stare.  

You, I'm sure, didn't want me to see
the familiar face that gazed at me.
Of course, it was my only wife,
the only true love of my life.

Love's sad lesson learned in one day, 
I'll see myself to the door, okay?
I thought stories had two sides, you see,
but triangles all have three.

go to restaurant for oldsters

Village Inn
a go-to restaurant for oldsters
old old old old old people
the parking lot is full of walkers and canes
they are hobbling in the speed of clogged ketchup
at seventy-two, I feel like a baby chick next to them

fly high and have fun

fly high
above the trees
over the houses

observe people
wave to them
yell “hi”

Do not scare the toddlers
But have fun
and try to frighten some oldsters
They like it

no sense in family reunion

the oldsters were the ones who were predictable
Aunt Marjorie would bring something to sell
If you said “no thank you” she would try to guilt you into it
“I will give them to you if you cannot afford them.”
She is gone now.

Uncle Ronald and Aunt Donna had no reason to come to the reunion.
They sat by themselves, and talked to no one, not even each other.
We tried to park Neal in their corner, but he did not stay there long.
Neal is the most boring family member of any family to ever be born.

Cousin Neal rattles off stories about himself in a weird monotone voice.
Following one person or another from table to table.
Desperate for attention, a bachelor who remained single until he was sixty.
The marriage did not last two weeks.

Uncle Bill was one of the highlights of the family reunion.
He told wildly outrageous stories that had all of us laughing.
Even if we had heard them before, they were still funny.
He is gone now too.

There is no sense in going back to the reunion.
The only ones left are people I do not recognize, Neal, Ronald and Donna.
A waste of my time, and no one appreciates my chocolate chip cookies anyway.

Mrs Grafftin Wheelchair Designer

Few oldsters or broken-sters travel in their wheelchairs in style.
Mrs. Graffitin is an exception, her uniqueness makes all of us smile.
Her foot was gnawed off sixty years ago by a blubbering crocodile.
She is a wheelchair designer, and her wheelchair is always in style.

Leadership's Triggers

Not gas, not oil, but leadership
  Yes, it's leadership pipelines we lack
    Young people coming up through the ranks
    For their mentors' devotion giving thanks
  
  It's every individual for himself today
  That's the internet and social media way
    Instead of bringing us together
    Instead of inspiring us
  All this 'technology' misinforms and divides us

  So it's up to us oldsters who still know how to do it
  To direct these youngsters, channel their raw vigor
    For we sorely lack leaders, no Buffets, no Reagans
    Let's get our youth in the pipelines ~ pulling leadership's triggers

Oldsters Are Not All the Same

Let’s go see the quilt maker my aunt suggested.
The quilter was an old woman.
I did not like oldsters, but I was polite about it.

The quilt maker had a lively sense of humor.
She and I became friends.
Later, good friends.
And now best friends.

I learned that oldsters are not all the same.
She taught me this in all the right ways.
I am now learning how to make a quilt too.

Ice Castle

frosty twinkly ice castle 
gleaming in the north park
dazzlingly sparkly
freshly created
effervescent and admirable
visited by those who love frozen things, 
enticing children
delighting oldsters
designed by artisans
reviving childhood memories
today freshly iced
a confection of beauty
 giving new meaning to frost

Wise Man of Charlotte

Wise man of Charlotte enjoys his wisdom which is known.
We respect this paragon whose power mimics a king on a throne.
Although not of noble birth, he is revered throughout the land.
We know of his exploits and ideas. His ideals are enormously grand.

Wise man of Charlotte walks comfortably among the classes.
He is admired by many – oldsters, youngsters, males and many lasses.
He will not take a wife, for he needs no other to be complete.
His traditions and ideas are respectful, and he is almost ridiculously sweet.

September Leaf Shower

The leaf shower was scheduled to begin at noon.
We ran outside and began the Come Down Dance.
The oldsters came out to their porches, none too soon.
The leaves began to drop, as the squirrels prance.

How did you know? Someone asked who did not know.
This happens every year, I informed him with a glance.
Took his hand and made him frolic until he yelled “whoa!”
Some people do not understand the Come Down Dance.

Why Can'T I Be the Real Me

Why can't I be the real me
Instead of putting on airs to impress
If I really didn't care what people thought
I could go to the mall in a dress

Right away I'd be labeled as kinda unusual
To say the least I'd be mocked
Teenagers would all point and chuckle at me
Oldsters would be totally shocked

Imagine as well if I dyed my hair green
With lipstick a dark shade of pink
Not saying I'd ever resort to such nonsense
But it sure would make people blink

To shock everyone with bizarre behaviour
To act like you've gone a bit looney
Imagine the reaction of these real snotty folks
Might think they're filming a movie

There are certainly limits for our behaviour
We can't go naked in the streets
Coz at times when a shapely woman walks by
Well... this last line I had to delete!

Dangly Things

Everybody has these dangly things
On some, you surely could swing
Oldsters have more
Disneyland for sure
On the roller coaster you try hard to cling

Christmas Mouse Wants To Be An Ornament

I want to be an ornament when I grow up the mouse said.
Did he want to be on the side of green or red?
Holly voted for green Santa wanted him on his team.
The relatives laughed; grandma said that would be a pipe dream.

What if I just hung out in the tree and did not take sides at all?
He hung out happily in a Christmas tree shopping mall.
The youngster was wise, the oldsters in the family said.
For not choosing green and not choosing red.

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