Sixty Two Poems - Poems about Sixty Two

...I try not to think about it, my friend. It's so horrible, and yet, I'm on beer ten, and I won't see you again - So, I'll tell you a secret. No, it's not what happened in Vietnam. I still see......Read the rest...

...Here is your squidger The object is to pop a wink Try to get it inside a cup Or smash your opponent, go for their pink. My grandsons looked at me as if I had sprung a head. Come on! I urged th......Read the rest...

...I can feel your inner pain although I know this can’t be so, running through my own veins after many years of your soul leaving this world for so much more It’s been almost sixty-two years since you......Read the rest...

...A mop of white hair Over a young old face A pair of laughing eyes Locked in a different place As he tells his grandchildren Tales of his youth Each one guaranteed to be Ninety percent of the ......Read the rest...

...A woman I had never met attended a meeting at work. Someone asked "how are you?" She gave us the rundown which lasted eight minutes. “after my dad died, my husband got Covid. My aunt was hospital......Read the rest...

...Whose studio is it? Johnny Cash? Elvis? Willie? We made lots of guesses of course. Not realizing it was our cousin Norris. Norris is always building one thing or another. He cannot get along w......Read the rest...

...Mushroom Marmie, possibly the oldest auntie alive Counted her nieces and nephews, there were twenty-five They loved her to pieces for she had a sense of humor. Felt horribly bad when she developed......Read the rest...

...It was October, the leaves fell, I reveled in my youth. But what happened in sixty-two took the fun and innocence out of autumn; There were missiles in Cuba. Missiles,with more on the way. War......Read the rest...

...I was not quite eight years old when I first became aware of fear. I was standing in line at the fairgrounds eagerly watching the Ferris Wheel. I imagined climbing aboard; riding the circle of lights......Read the rest...

...if I were a tree, I'd have sixty-two rings. The fifth one being the thinnest. There was hardly any rain that year. Blackness was at its thickest. Everything was very still... except for the shi......Read the rest...

...silhouette of winding gnarly trees, a scary sight outline that bodes familiarity on Halloween night the frightening path enticing me, stirring my blood. my pounding heart is a thud, I feel like a ......Read the rest...

...What could I bring you Gran? This did her heart good. But she did not need anything. Just come back safe, she told her grandson. He did. Over and over and over. Forty years later he was still......Read the rest...

...Haikus of Suffering Your memory rains Sorrow drenches me with tears. Crashed... last fifteen years. Now sixty-two... old. I have no young grand-children, but one abortion. She lef......Read the rest...

...I suddenly found myself unemployed, after the place I worked for hit the skid. Didn’t think it should be hard to find work, having the experience that I did. I gathered my resume and papers, a......Read the rest...

...So much time since you left. I still see you. It does good for me. LAST NIGHT YOU SCARED ME! But before that you dared me to find you now. And now it is now, and I may think the way you di......Read the rest...