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What is it about Age? – #poetry of #life

29 Sunday Dec 2019

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The gray has taken over
Tiny lines are in pursuit
This aging thing’s a battle
Fighting back is kind of moot

I snap and pop with movement
Oh, these aching bones are rough
Okay, okay, already!
I have had ENOUGH!

They tell me I should exercise
And I do, but not the right way
Maybe that’s the reason
My pants now fit the tight way.

Next year I hit the big six-oh!
I’m not ready for that number
Unless, of course, it also comes
With lots of extra slumber!

I know I’m being silly
What is it about age?
It’s not the worst that can happen
In fact, I hear it’s all the rage!

Something everyone is doing
Whether they want to or not
I think I have decided
This age thing ain’t so hot!

 

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I’ve Mellowed ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP #DWP

13 Monday May 2019

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As a child I was always a rambunctious thing

But I’ve mellowed as I’ve aged, and I’m lucky

To be able to spend time, with verdant spring

Meanwhile, still continuing to be, ever so plucky

 

 

Word of the Day – Lucky
FOWC with Fandango – Meanwhile
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Verdant
Daily Word Prompt – Rambunctious

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Aging – #FlashFiction – #CarrotRanch

11 Saturday May 2019

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Charli, over at the Carrot Ranch gave us the prompt Growing older. Here are the rules:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about growing older. It can be humorous, dark or poignant. It can be true or total fiction. It can be fine wine or an old fossil. Go where the prompt leads!

I’m living a wonderful life, though age has decreased my gait. Still, I manage to have some fun, I want to live it, before it’s too late. Life, is much too short, to leave it on the side of the road. The older I get, the more I know, take it all, before you’ve slowed.

Growing older is beautiful, I was put here, for a purpose. Until that is complete, I’ll remain here, on this surface. To live, laugh, love, play, until time is not a thought, then I’ll say I’m finally done, but… I haven’t lived for naught

Word Count: 99

Prompt: Growing Older

Carrot Ranch May 9: Flash Fiction Challenge

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Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too! – The Wrong Side of 40 – A Poetry Challenge from Rory (A Guy Called Bloke)

03 Wednesday Apr 2019

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Welcome to ….
Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too!

Rory (A Guy Called Bloke) graciously tagged me to continue this aging process, like I need help. Below, I’ll tag the next victim, er, poet/writer, to carry on…with the poem. 😉

Once the poem [Verse] leaves my blog, the next blogger along can take it where ever they want with regards their own four line verse but always staying on topic.

Got it?  Remember to tag another poet to keep it going!!
Topic: The Ageing Process


The Wrong Side of 40

Rory’s Bit

Oh!
How l wish, that when l was younger,
My parents had been somewhat bolder,
Concerning the ageing process and the wonders,
Blunders, pitfalls and perils of getting older!

Dorinda’s Bit

Wrinkles in my skin have begun to bloom
I dare not look in the mirror much longer
Mom once said, child, you can forego this doom
Honestly, she couldn’t have been any wronger

 

My Tag Along is to Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

The Most ~ #poetry of #aging

03 Sunday Feb 2019

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The broken pieces of me, do crumble
Still, I’ve lived a life that’s humble
For years, now, I have kept you grounded
How I did this, I’m astounded

Stomped on, in my younger days
Still, a bit gentler, in many ways
Could have stopped this sudden downfall
Too late now, I’m falling apart, and all

Could you, perhaps, put me back together?
I’m sure it’ll make me feel much better
I watch you shake your head at me
There’s nothing you can do? I see

So, that’s it, my time is done
It’s seems old age, at last, has won.
But thanks for all the memories
The flowers, birds & maple trees

I’ll miss them all, we’ve grown so close
But you’re the one, I’ll miss, the most.

 

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