Younger people have no clue
That many things they like to do
Will, one day, prove to be too much,
By slipping from an aging clutch.
The rah-rah-rah and go-go-go
Of constant moving starts to slow.
The parties lasting through the night
No longer whet your appetite.
The dinners that begin at 8,
With drinks you’d once appreciate,
Give way to early-bird-type meals
With much less food, which now appeals.
The traveling to cool locales
To ski or hike with groups of pals
May be the trip you once would choose,
But now, you’d pick a river cruise.
You never think when you are young
That you would ever be among
The people who have reached the age
Where life is at a different stage.
Everyone should read my poems,
my writing is diverse.
Somewhere in my thousand writes,
you'll discover your own verse.
I'll be happy, then be sad,
sometimes I'm funny, too.
There's a write for everyone
if you just go in and view.
Want to whet your appetite?
Check out my poems 'bout food.
Just a glance, I guarantee
that you will get hungry, dude.
Mother Nature, that's your thing?
There's lots of nature poems.
Birds and mammals, butterflies,
you can read about their homes.
If you like something offbeat,
there are my Star Trek writes.
They'll take you to outer space,
the realm of sci-fi delights.
I write some monotetras
when e'er my mood dictates.
If you're really into rhyme,
a real pleasure you awaits.
Are you an ailurophile?
Then step right up and read.
I have dozens here for you;
I will have just what you need.
Last and not the very least
are my poems personal.
You want to get to know me?
I have got an arsenal!
Neon lights lure souls streaming by,
giving steel and brick a fresh face.
For; only the young can supply
the mortar that holds dreams in place.
City roads form a maze of streets;
the homeless claim the parks as theirs.
And sleeping there when day retreats;
beggars ignore the angry stares.
Big city stench pollutes the air,
as a chemical sun sets low.
And these are odors all must bear;
trapped under a smog's eerie glow.
Prostitutes hustle day and night;
selling pleasures of every type.
And meant to whet your appetite;
taverns accentuate the hype.
Feeling the pressure to achieve;
innocence gets tangled in sin.
And dangled dreams draw the naïve;
gambling that it's their chance to win.
Tomorrow is uncertain,
So celebrate today.
The possibilities await,
Like pastries on display.
So choose the one with most appeal
And take a giant bite;
Perhaps its pure deliciousness
Will whet your appetite.
For life is unpredictable
So while we’re here, indulge.
The future holds a question mark
That no one will divulge.
We cannot know from day to day
If we’ll be stressed or thrilled,
But if our choices satiate,
At least we’ll feel fulfilled.