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Times Advances

Upon my tiptoes, I gaze through a window, the window of my mind. 
I pull back the curtain, peer from a partially drawn blind.

Before me lay this youthful beauty, perfection in every line,
And standing there beside her was the old keeper of all time.

He swiftly knelt beside her, and stroked her heaving chest,
Carefully caressed every curve, and sagged her gentle breast.

He cast his spell upon her, aging her as if fine wine.
Left some thoughtful wrinkles, added character in each and every line.

Bestowed upon her all that wisdom, more than she had ever known before.
Brought her many pleasures, also heartaches, several score.

Held her tightly about the waist, now broader at the beam.
Added some weight here and there, not as much as it might seem.

He gradually drooped her shoulders; shiny hair now turns to gray.
Faded memories of life's passing parade now help to pass her day.

Her youthful pace is throttle now, her feet shuffle slowly across the floor.
Though still a thing of beauty, that beauty is different than before.

Time for her is now slipping away, slowly heading for life’s stage door.
The journey has left her exhausted, no longer willing to fight the fight, but unwilling to beg for more.

Time had been an exciting lover, but she will not love another day.
She lies prone upon the sheet as Time exits the stage. I watch with amazement as the scene just fades away.

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Vegetarian

There was a young librarian
Who's strictly vegetarian
For her wheat and Kale makes a meal complete
while her beau needs meat to eat
Says she; now that's just barbarian

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These Hands

These hands have known the joys of a boy’s youthful play
Also known the farm work that was required each and every day
These hands pulled the weeds from the fields where we toiled
Laboring under a blazing sun; leaving these hands rough and soiled
These hands held the hand of my lady as I asked her to share my life
Held her by my side the day she became my wife
These hands reveal the ravages; of weather’s savage breathe
Held a knife in the flowing blood; in a beasts ultimate death
Hands that held many a hammer; swung too hard; swung too long
Time has taken its toll on these old hands; hands that once were so strong
These hands proudly rocked the cradle as I watched my babies sleep
Held them closely to my chest to calm some hurt causing them to weep
These hands gently pushed a child’s swing; as my children laughed aloud
Held a daughter's hand walking down the aisle, made her father proud
These hands have known the heat of a sculptor’s flaming torch
Held brush and pallet while painting out upon the porch
Cradled my pen as I spread the ink in the poetry that I write
Ink that is sometimes spread well into the night

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I Have Come Down From the Mountain

I have come down from the mountain
The mountain of my youthful days
I have stumbled along the rock strewn path
The path of life that leads downward toward my final days
The long journey has rendered me bruised and battered
But I have found a trove of treasure along the way
The love of my wife, my family, and my friends are the treasures
These are the treasures that I hold so dear each and every day

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A Rusty Old Truck

I saw her there the other day
Left there to just rot ‘n rust away

Setting alone under a sad old tree
She is back in a field; hard to see

Probably a year ‘30 or ‘32 I don’t know
Her tires ‘are flat; bumper is hanging low

Her windows broken; seat is torn and tattered
Her body’s been bruised; lo it’s been battered

With time the old are retired and stashed away
Even though she surely was a beauty in her day

But beauty fades when the road’s too long
When tires on the road no longer can sing their song

So the curtain was drawn on the road ahead
And her tires on the road will no longer tread

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The Rooster Crows

The rooster crows at the break of dawn
Another hour and he will be done
Except occasionally he will breed

For the job he has done, he is paid quite well
Even though he only works for chicken feed

While the little hen must slave all day
To make an egg so she may start her family

When the clutch is set, she works 24 hours shifts
Around the clock; twenty one days, there she sets
Sets until the hatch complete, her brood now sprung

The rooster struts as if he were a king
When in reality he hasn’t done a thing

The little hen sings her clucking song
Urging her growing brood along

Somehow chicken feed doesn’t seem enough
For the sacrifices that she has made
But for the little hen, well, that’s just her tough
Luck

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A Rabbit's Luck

There was a rabbit in Tennessee 
His offspring numbering forty three
His manners much less than polite
Caught in a garden without an invite
Now he's on a plate you see; served as rabbit fricassee

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A Sad Old Flea

A sad old flea and a silly old gnat
were boogieing it down
on the neck of an aristocrat
When suddenly Splat
they're flat
And that was that

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Garage Sale Special

For sale a bunch of fine unused words, many misspelled
Poet can’t uses them; mind is on strike, the pen has been stilled

These words never used for they never quite seemed to fit
Got them online; advertisement said they were a complete poetry kit

Can’t send them back because I did use a few; the remainder unused
Selling at half price; many are funny words which will leave you amused

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Walking the Dog

From my window I see the dog walkers as they parade past
Leash in their left hand, poop bag held tightly in their right
All sizes, shapes and breeds, both owners and their dogs
Charges safely tethered on their leash, straining to be free
Anxious to check their pee-mail or send a message on its way
I see the walker poised, ready to scoop up each catch of the day
Quickly wrap it tightly and tuck the warm and squishy deposit
Firmly into their pocket before hurrying on their way