Short Septuagenarian Poems

I don't remember ever applying to be a plenipotentiary
    But now that I am a septuagenarian
      I realize that this is precisely what I was meant to be
        ~ A septuagenarian plenipotentiary...

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The swish 
of our feet
‘neath the sheet, 

intermingling 
with our thoughts and 
the fleshly

lyrics of 
a night rain, ah I’d have 
never perceived that 

it would  
becharm us—
the septuagenarian!...

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In your youth, a bit of a hellion
      Septuagenarian, begone rebellion
   
    In midlife, having gone green
      Please dismount that stallion

    Now as King, let your one cause be
      ~ Caring for humanity...

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So is your card from the NRA
or the LGBTQIA?
It depends on the card;
sometimes, “Get off my yard!”
is all that one needs to say.


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in response to Gershon Wolf's Card-Carrying Septuagenarian...

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Do colorful ducks get all my food
    a lot depends on my shifting mood
  If I feel sorry for a plain brown duck
    I might throw him more, to change his luck

  Does the best-behaved kid get this teacher's praise
    not necessarily, if his arm's never raised
  I encourage questions from inquiring minds
    not 'perfect kids,' who sit on their behinds 

  As a card-carrying septuaginarian
    I'm just as proud to be a contrarian...

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" WHAT THE OLD SEE SITTING,
THE YOUNG WON'T SEE STANDING."
GOES THE FAMED PROVERB PIECE.
THUS GIVING TYRANTS EASE.

SO AFRICAN LEADERS
WED POWER,INFLICTING SCARS-
FOR THEY BELIEVE TO KNOW
BETTER THAN OTHERS WHILE OLD.

SO GROWS SEPTUAGENARIACY
BECAUSE THE OLD 
BELIEVE TO SEE
AND SEE SUPER-HUMANLY
WHILE INCREASING DEMOCRATIC MORTALITY.

"SO HEREIN LIE THE BONES
OF THE TYRANT WHO SO
MADE THE PROVERB FAMOUS
MAY HIS BONES BE AT PEACE AT MOST."...

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Guess what, today I have become
A septuagenarian.
“A what, a vegetarian?”
No dude! One who turns seventy.
You’d think I’d be a happy guy
For surviving this length of time;
I’m not! Psalm ninety verse ten states:
The days of our years [are] threescore
Years and ten; and if by reason
Of strength [they be] fourscore years, yet
[Is] their strength labour and sorrow;
For it is soon cut off, and we
Fly away. A dismal future
I have in store for me. Amen....

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