Sixty Five Poems - Poems about Sixty Five

I wish my mind would tell my heart not to memorize you....

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I've been in quite a few bar fights But that was many years ago Now that I'm pushing sixty six Those are feelings I try not to show But this wasn't a free fall swing fest Between two drunks late at night This was me protecting my poodle From a Pit bull spoiling for a fight! That Pit bull ran across our yard And...

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February should be cold, Not sixty-five degrees. I sweated in my jacket when In past years I would freeze. I shouldn’t be complaining For the temperatures will drop, But all this fluctuation’s crazy – Will it ever stop? Last week I dressed in layers; Today just one sufficed. In two days’ time the puddles And the roads will all be iced. I miss the times when...

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We've met again,...smile in hearts, Before I resume to page you with what I have, I welcome you to my desk, Grace has brought you far to this late lap of expandable life race, Where are we going to? The map is missing, And will you mind being the next captain of this ship? Taking speculation from this perspective, I guess the...

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9/4/16 It's been happening worldwide Three sixty five As events occasionally interwine And coincide So many objects of different shapes and size Below and above the skies Not all of it is recognized Some being analyzed Advertisments and signs In and outside As well as being televised What they taught in school was forgotten and not memorized As I continued to exercise Became energized And followed through on the enterprise In...

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The summer of nineteen hundred and sixty five when youth was fresh and newly alive fighting the political establishment embracing and freely loving where we went. Who were we back then searching to make and mark our lives discovering who we were and where we'd been ...

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Graying at the temples, Sore feet at night, Doctor threatens bifocals, You want to take flight. You have reached the magic age of sixty-five! Climbing stairs in lightning speed, Has become an historical deed, Close-up pictures are not taken, For they show more bacon. You have reached the magic age of sixty-five! Your pace is a little slower, As you ask your spouse to push the...

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Three-hundred and sixty-five days Twenty-four hours spent Could the days left be better used Each designed with intent This time in life with health going What could be done each day? Restore peace, life, and well-being To the world come what may Some thoughts inspired by the movie "The Good Lie"...

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Today my dad turned sixty-five. He's very ill but he's still alive. He was diagnosed with leukemia in 2011. He was born on this day back in 1947. Even though he's sick, he's holding his own. He has the comfort of knowing that he's not alone. He has to have chemotherapy to survive. On this day my dad turned sixty-five. (Dedicated to Charles...

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It has been almost one year, Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days. And yet, it's only been three-hundred-and-fifty. But I already love you in so many ways. Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days is a long, long time together. Are you scared, my love, like I? Read me more poems about the weather. Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days to show you each and every day how much I care. I keep trying...

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What a year, seems like yesterday, March 29, 1965, is a day not to forget. My wife Diana and I had went out to eat that night, awaken to a fire. It was across the alley from us flames 100 feet high fire trucks, oh so many. We went back to bed, but not for long I'm afraid. She went into labor oh so much yelling she did...

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He sits alone in the room with silence, rocking in his chair he loves so much, ...

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