Whittling Poems - Poems about Whittling

As we age, we whittle down The things that we can do Or the ways that we can do them So we last the whole day through. I’ve whittled down my exercise And how much I can drink. My energy’s been whittled And my brain’s begun to shrink. I’ve whittled my acquaintances, Though some were not my fault And my memory’s been whittled Or...

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just sitting and whittling whittling and sitting is patience a virtue or time infinite a figure takes shape imagination sparks is it possible that ...

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Whittling can bring blood pressure down, Whittling can bring your wood pile down, Whittling can bring the noise level down, Whittling can bring the number of negative thoughts down, Whittling can bring the cost of a whistle down, Whittling can bring others who need an excuse to sit down. Whittling can bring the number of positive thoughts up, whittling can bring the...

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The time has finally come, at last, To start to whittle down the past. I comb the closets and each drawer For things I don’t wear anymore. My tennis shorts for younger thighs; My Reeboks worn for exercise. My wide-leg jeans so full and loose I’d be accused of style abuse. My denim skirt with matching shirt - My love for them won’t reassert. An...

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I’m whittling down my wardrobe Just a little at a time. It’s hard for me to let things go I wore when in my prime. But some clothes are out of style Or don’t fit the way they should And just hanging in the closet They aren’t doing any good. If I donate them, then maybe Someone who might be in need Could make use...

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I drew out a pen knife and whittled insomnia into this little poem...

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Souls standing in line As the world pulls out its knife To whittle them down Carve up their lives Does it have an idea An insatiable need As it keeps whittling On them endlessly You do have to wonder What it truly sees As it carves on you And whittles on me Like an old mountain man By a cool mountain stream With Father Time standing by The world...

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Yep I reckon I'll go out, about a bit to roam, and talk a while and ponder I will, yep, set here and talk some alone with God of the many a sorted thing, and I reckon to run in fun still, I might with the wind, but as well, in a while I reckon,...

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